Lyrics:
keep it real like Boosie
Hop in the whip bump Nudy
It's starting to feel like a movie
All these lames dying for the part
I'm a star, you Paul Blart
(Lil' Meechie)
I'm 'bout to still Wock' raw, yeah and stab in that bitch without readin' the manual (skrrt)
I thought he was runnin' it up, but I passed
driveways let your roof back nigga
That half of pill ain't doing the job, then throw ya two back nigga
My time to shine niggas playing, but I'm bout my
mouth
Spade for spade I'm the realest nigga out
Know what I'm talkin' bout
My niggas let Joc out
Jealous 'cause we fresher than rest of them fellas
smokin', thinkin' to myself, damn, I need y'all
I'm just smokin', ridin' by myself, damn, I need y'all
I'm just smokin', I'm just-
I'm just smokin',
through my mind, that was always you
Our time together has inspired a song or two
Or three, or four, or more, mi amor (hey, hey, hey)
I'm sure, either
Go by the name of Weezy F and
I'm walkin' out the Bally store with ten bags
Fly as a motherfucker girlie on my staple
Cause her friend say I'm
through hoops to get under you, but now I'm cool
Baby, you don't gotta, you don't gotta worry, worry 'bout me
Been havin' good times
Been havin' late
better cut it, shawty, I'm 'bout to cut you off
Oh, you greedy in Tahiti, I just seen you flaunt
Aye, tell that girl you 'bout to settle, whatchutola
Aye,
best
I was in the mud now I'm pouring up mud
Think I like Hi-Tech
In my DM say you tryna have fun
She was talking 'bout sex
Fan ole bitch wanna have my
When I'm with ya' girl, every time it's a photoshoot (ha, verse two, it's Gucci)
Go on and get ya' camera phone on, it's a photoshoot
(Listen to this
through my mind, that was always you
Our time together has inspired a song or two
Or three, or four, or more, mi amor (hey, hey, hey)
I'm sure, either
can't take the hood up outta me, you dig
Raised by the gangstas, the generals, the thieves, the twins
Yet I'm stealing niggas, please what you know
Yo it's money time
Yeah
Yes sir
Oh, oh whoa, oh yeah
Hey hey
I'm trying to stuff 'em til they can't fit no more
I'm talking Donald Trump
my nigga
You gotta feel it, lil' nigga
Look, I came home to show the world
Same Boosie, same music that exposed the world
Of all his wrongs, the real
I used to pump dimes, now I spit punchlines
I'm tired of cats tryin' to rap cause they want shine
I be writing to enlighten those that was once
bout the enemy
Inside of me
Talkin' bout that youthful fountain
Talkin' bout you and me
Talkin' bout eternity
Talkin' bout the big time
I'm still
me
Why they wanna mug еvery time I see 'em?
I fucked his bitch, so let's call it even
I'm in the lead for a reason
I'm in the lead for a reason
I'm in
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like
booze, I'm on a cruise with the fam
Wiz want a Rolls-Royce, Lil' Jackboy got a Lamb
Hold your heads out, you gon' be better when you land
I was 'bout
chrome flashing
Lil daddy in a long Cadi'
Big hat, pimp strong daddy
Got my hos on my arm daddy
Ain't that amazing, specially when I'm blazing that dro
pilla, me pide una foto
La nota me explota, el ticke' lo exploto
Vamo' pa' Cayo Musha, ya le texteé al piloto, eh-eh
I know 'bout this one time
You
her throat wetter, I fly by and leave no feathers
Rock a wife beater in cold weather, brown skin nigga, I'm a gold metal
All my watches on demon time
They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom, boom)
Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone
Feel like Boosie don't
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