Lyrics:
[Webbie Talking]
Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz niggaz in here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga I'm Webbie ya heard
And I'm a stay rappers like won't stop 'til I drop
This is the way I live
Lil' Boy still pushin' big wheels
I stack my money, lay low, and chill
Don't
Some some of these niggaz don't know what they in fo when they fuckin with
Some killaz, killaz, killaz, killaz
Drop like this bitch
Drop like this bitch
on some syrup
Now you know we gone, goin real strong
I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long
Drop roll barre, that what I want
I'm comin on down jammin
racks
Fuck a officer, Akon what it do bruh
Keep these fuckin hoes off of you
When you get some new money turn up uh
You gon' wish you would've
Boosie Badazz
Look like we got a problem, baby baby (Lil' mama)
Time ain't on my hands (Time ain't on my hands)
Look like we got a problem (We
on a plane to PR
They got hot lil mamacitas
They got hot lil mamacitas
You gonna drop all down to PR
You gonna drop all down to PR
We got nice lil
I got that bread
And if you fuck with zone, we gonna put your ass to bed
We'll see you at sections, at regions, at natty's
When we beat you there, we
thinkin ride long
Drop roll barre, that what I want
Im comin on down jammin
I gotta be slammin, gotta be comin
And you know we smoke weed
We dont fuck with
[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!
If you buy Trill shit
Then you buy that real shit!
God kno I'm thug so
You kno lil Boosie go and get skeet
Now God know my situation, he know what I be facin'
He know I'm so impatient when it come
I pray my Glock don't jam when it's time to go
I pull cards with no blikk cause these niggas hoes
I'm tryna hit this lil bitch she ain't tryna go
She
music nigga
And you can try but you ain't Lil' Boosie nigga no (no)
Bad bitches got you feelin' great
Looked at my CEO like CEO let's get this cake, baby
with Boosie
I got these visions
To make it to top
I got these visions
And riding in drops
I got these visions
Wait till it drops
I got these visions
S.U.C., I eat wit DJ Michael Watts
I don't wanna be in a rap group, I'd rather do me alone
Everybody so surely, I'm so glad that boy Lil Boosie is home
I
Aye, lil mami
Why don't you come out here with me, so we can get this dance on
It's just me, and you right now lil mami
Let's take it to the floor
with you
Count out 20 Racks, Drop it in your Lap when they acquit ya
My Lil Brother
So spicy the solid
YAYO Hussein nigga
Or whatever you wanna call it
is crossover
PeeWee Kirkland, Lil Mama
Ms. Kirkland's going in
So when you see me in the drop top shades
In the summer-time blazing
You wanna be
is crossover
PeeWee Kirkland, Lil Mama
Ms. Kirkland's going in
So when you see me in the drop top shades
In the summer-time blazing
You wanna be
[Deuce Poppito]
Lil momma you off glass
[Trina]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I know you like the way I shake that, drop that
Cock back, make the pussy pop back
Gon' soulja hate me
Da judge looked at me
And said how you doin' boosie
He called me by my nickname {ooooh}
What you think I'm stupid {bitch}
You
to the yard
Dead but you won't get a cent from me
But you can get a good ass kickin for free, punk bitch!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Lil' Boosie]
Now when I
(Webbie verse 1)
I ride down ya street you can hear me in ya den.
Shakin niggas walls when I put it past 10
G- shit, I ain't even gotta rap in em
I
gon hate on me
But god know I'm thug so
You know lil' boosie go and get skeet
Now god know my situation, he know what I be facin'
He know I'm so
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