Lyrics:
in her life
Say it one time never twice
Listen up close or be gone by tonight
I don't argue don't fight
Paid the cost to be the boss lil bitch
I
this shit, luv this bitch
She was a Betty, I done knew back in the day
Little scary lil' bitch from around the way
Plus she sucked and fucked all day
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3
who dat? Cus lack we don't do that. I be inna field wit sum niggas that's gon blast...
(For Lil fugi)
Smokin packs, yeah I got good thrax
I be smoking
She buss it open for me
Like my name lil boosie
Her daddy ain’t proud but I think her name Trudy
She don’t know my name she just know I’m unruly
This
a six pac
And I ain’t got to pull a revolver u could get bitch slap
Took a bitch from a bitch na Dat bitch tryna get her bitch bac
I be stepping wit
me
And God got my back so
Boosie keep his mind at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil
Klapped in dis bitch
I got it all off of apple when we get dat kall dem we kno dat dem packs komin in
We makin serves left and right we don't stop @ da
exact,
Its a known fact,
U know I got a million dollars -
Put it in a bank,
Direct deposits always on deck,
So u know I gotta
Hook:1
Get Dat Cash, Get
be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out son
A cool breeze got my lips chap, mornin' slap some
Soul in my bread basket gap contain "x" marks
Ludacris, lil nigga get back
You gotta know all my niggas wit dat
Don't cross the line if you ain't got shit to back it
Know a nigga stole my style if he mix
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
chance
I got it right now and I took it
These lil niggas out they ain't really got swag I see this shit I over look it, ay
I'm balling on niggas like I am
(Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I land
me
And God got my back so
Boosie keep his mind at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil
don't trip
You got the bill
Twenty one shots to your grill
Bow down or die every time
I slap them thangs
Flat black chains rattlin'
Shawshank
dat put dat put dat)
Put that pussy on me (uh huh)
Put dat pussy on me
Put dat pussy on me (huh)
Put dat pussy on me
Put dat pussy on me
I need a down
in there
The way she bounce that ass, like she on Lil Boosie live or something
Her & Her together got damn they the truth
I don't blame Chris tucker, I
nigga
Evrybody an' there mama duin dis rap thang
I'm thankful dat my lil' brutha ain't in da hood bangin
Just be thankful 4 all ya got
If it's just
the chain dat he got from his jeweller
Don’t be so stupid
Nigga ur life you could
Lose it now buss me your food
I’m getting action ur bitch she text me
Niggas changing on me
Like I didn't do this thing by my lonely
Like I ain't put work in, no handouts
I earned
It, please don't say my name, lil' nigga
You
out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw
"How you come up with dat shit ?"- hey but I bought your (???)
Show me how to do that (shit) that damn thing (you wack)....
[Baby]
Now look -
grown bitches, I ain't fuckin' no beginners
Ayy, big-ass fins in that Lloyd bag
Niggas act like hoes, even got Boosie Mad
Ayy, pull up in that ass thing
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