Lyrics:
[Boosie:]
Lil boosie bad ass and I wanna know if you a do it
again baby girl, you know what I'm talkin bout,
if you a press rewind if I ain't have
loved till you've made your own
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
You never know the top till you get too low
A son of a stepfather
A son
of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there's a better life for me and you
I know it's true
My little
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
If I say so, know they gon' ride
I know G's, and you know they ain't nice
If I pop up, I'ma want it, but I get by
The front page of the paper
Backside in the middle
On parole still can't get me
Now to ride with my pistol
Boosie
95 max on dope boy cologne on (Creed)
made the pie stretch (haan)
Devil on my heels like Lil Nas X (woo)
My country girl mad, I faded like Boosie on her
My city girl ride with the Uzi
gotta question, my nigga, they goin'
It's survival of the fittest
Dead on arrival, won't leave a witness
We on whatever you on, let's get it
Gotta make 'em strap it up, 'cause he said he can't pull it out
He send that money by the tens, let him fuck me in his Benz
Love it when he tell me kiss
world got comin'
Its hard to live by the rules when your lil girl got nothin, you strugglin'
He facin' life and 40 years, bein' lawyer to his peers,
After I come 'round and gave her the 12-gauge
You tried call my phone, but it was engaged
I was with my lil' mama, she was honey glazed
I've been
Got some loving
That I wanna give you, babe
Got it by the pound, girl
Yes I have, now, huh
When you get it
It's such a strong love
It's gonna
downtown eatin' sushi (sushi)
Go buy lil' mama some Gucci (lil' mama)
My wrist is water like jacuzzi (water)
I get the money 'cause I chose it (money)
wit' long-ass nails
To scratch a nigga back and cook my meals
I got Gs on the block, bitches on the cock
It ain't a house party 'til somebody get shot
roses
Super-duper get them cougars, took my wrist and froze it
Super-duper hoes, y'all got Oompa Loompa hoes
I ain't never knew your hoes
Prolly still
can shine in stormy weather
Young bitch gotta keep that paper together
Uh, uh, you need to get it together
Lil' bitch need to get that paper
a gold digger
(When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas
(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down
(I gotta leave) Get down
up again
(Just gotta get used to it)
You irritate me my friend
(This is no social crisis)
This is you having fun
(No crisis)
Getting burned by
the flyest say we
Never switch it up we get it crunk in
Brooklyn the biggest borough
Whether you enter the Radcliffs
Boys & Girls, Tek or Murrow?
Niggas is
wit' long-ass nails
To scratch a nigga back and cook my meals
I got Gs on the block, bitches on the cock
It ain't a house party 'til somebody get shot
made the pie stretch (haan)
Devil on my heels like Lil Nas X (woo)
My country girl mad, I faded like Boosie on her
My city girl ride with the Uzi
and shake it off, and water whip the coke
No shoo-shooin', no not Boosie, to your face I'll let you know
Treat a queen like a queen and a ho like a ho
Went
Real hot girl shit
Ah
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (mwah)
trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye
waist
Bitch you know who you fuckin' with? Bitch it's Mr. Make It Happen
All these pretty jewels and shiny shit, I didn't get that rapid
Nigga anythin'
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