Lyrics:
like it's a demon
Curt McGirt, hop out, the whip the cleanest
I can tell by my auntie's face
She really need it neighbors used to call me
A lil' dirty
the hood in Baton Rouge
with the beasts.13 goin to school in my nigga Caprices
he'll fuck the aunties and I'll fuck the lil neice.
High school all the hoes
When I slide down the block
Got a blunt full of reefer
Boosie badazz set it off
Out the speaker
Bad lil bitch on my side
Like a beeper
Niggas keep
tired, ain't get-, yeah
It's Boosie, bitch, I go stupid, bitch
And I hope you niggas ain't tired (let's go, nigga)
Steppin' out with that shit on,
the streets, Lil Boosie told me I couldn't
Lil Boosie told me I can't
What I'ma do with my rank?
How I'ma fold my Z?
I'm in the middle of beef
They shot my
attorney, go ahead and free Lil Boosie (Boosie)
B.I.G was alive, everybody need some juicy (right)
Tell me the difference between Suge and Puff
While you
dont give a fuck about your rank lil nigga
I dont give a fuck about no face card
This shit like a graveyard
He got hit by that drac lil nigga
My shooter
trill, boy, you ain't real
Everything goin' up like a motherfuckin' hill (talk to 'em)
Hit it from the front, then I grab her by the neck (uh)
Nutted
wanna play, play, play)
The life that we live, shit
You'll probably be confused too (Confused)
(Sometimes I be confused)
Boosie Blues Cafe
Boosie boo, Boosie boo, nigga
And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now, word for word,
Life story for life story, mane I'm the truth
Boosie boo! Boosie boo, nigga!
And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now, word for word,
Life story for life story, mane I'm the truth
need me a bitch that know some pornstar shit
I need me a bitch right by my side gettin' rich (gettin' rich)
Need me a bitch that got baguettes on her
I'm not sure
Does anybody make trill shit anymore
All up in club surrounded by Michael Kors
Like do bitches even have real tits anymore
Bow 'till your
come here bitch bitch come here bitch come
here bitch bitch (were a trill nigga live)
[verse 2]
You say you got your shit strait you ain't worried
bout
(Trill, Trill)
Too high for this shit, what's the move?
Too hot in this bitch, too cool
Glock a mop in this bitch, better move
Go on top with this
and I'm pushing your shit back
If they slide on us then we getting our get back
Why he jump in that water can't swim in the lake
And they call me Trill Trey
Back when Pimp C was screaming trill
And Boosie was still poppin ex pills
And it wasn't hating for a nicca to tell you how he feel
And the streets
don't fit on the scale
No Webby or Lil Boosie
Me and Dutchie keep it trill
I'm a hundred dollar bill
In the field when I drill
Bending blocks
While I'm
{*screwed*}
U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get down
Bring them trill niggas to ya hood and shut ya shit down
Playa you need to sit down, you
{*screwed*}
U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get down
Bring them trill niggas to ya hood and shut ya shit down
Playa you need to sit down, you
{*screwed*}
U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get down
Bring them trill niggas to ya hood and shut ya shit down
Playa you need to sit down, you
and rib cage
Out of position
I'm a big dude
Trapped in a lil' nigga, body nigga
I don't know karate, but I'll body ya whole party
He ain't see shit
Trill Fam., Young Savage you can catch me
Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee
We two crucial ass hoes yea that's me
Look at him his eyes closed
he a boss but he living with his momma
That ain't poppin , nooo , That aint real, nooo
You Jamming Boosie and Webbie , But you aint Trill
Talking down
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