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talking money you could pipe down
Lil dusty nigga now i be lil boosie with the wipe down
And 20 20 vision got my future lookin bright now
Throw a patek up

bitch on my lap she grabbed the strap thats my lil vixen
This shit got em hooked like crack my feigns hit me for fixings
With this 50 got no sense
If I

gucci prada and y.s.l 
And her clientele is never fucking hoochies 
Just a bunch of bad asses like they only fuck with boosie
I said shorty whats your

Young bulls take this walk with me, let me talk
Lil nigga grew up in the mix and got a heavy heart
But let me keep it real you riding you better park
How

put em in the Truck
Have You Smoking like purp 
Get hit it this Lil pump (Bow)

You can catch a fade just like Lil boosie
Play dirty Get hit wit dis uzi

Yeah
Ooh, Ooh, Uh huh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna, Ooh
I wanna

I wanna flex on my ex (My yeah)
I wanna bury a check (A check)
Count hundreds by

why 
She telling me the hurt 
I really don't care 
Lil mamma I'm jerk
When it comes to the bedroom 
I'ma hit it where it hurts 
Lil mamma like it sloppy

hit Lil Boosie and Webbie man get to saying what's hannenin
I got that juice in my system so imma pop a lil addy
Speed bumps speed bumps speed bumps say

Uh Bad lil bit gon talk her shit gon swing 
Them hips gon stack them chips
Real ass nigga gon stand on business 
He don't take no shit he'll swing

Pay You Back

Meek Mill

Championships

2018

yo' league, I smell like Creed, walk by and smell money
Fly them bales in right to your doorstep, that's mail money
Young bull did his first hit

Pourin' the Syrup

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi, Vol. 2: Gangsta Grillz

2014

rent paid
Come to think about it, don't you live with your mama?
I don't give a shit when I ride 'round the bottom
Cocaine vet, pedal shifting

like Boosie
The first nigga try me, I pay for the bodies
Just call me John Gotti, yeah
It ain't shit to send a hit
Send a DM on the Gram, hit your bitch

on a nigga
This shit for pay, yeah, I made a lil' bigger
I'm havin' cake, yeah, I play with them figures
You need a shovel, this flavor, they dig it
Every

8:46 i look thru the list 
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in

department
I'm from the 'partments, in the 'partments

From them apartments door 112, building 2
Pissed off watchin' my cousin lil Duke
Boosie Boo from them

the hood surrounded by shooters
I been trying do better my grandma tell me be better but lately been losing my hope
Say we putting shit together
This shit

boosie
They said I'm lil with my uzi I'm breaking bread like my name nuski
I'm a younging from the hood in love with spinning them blocks
I know some

When I step in the club

My diamonds be glistenin
My fit got me drippin
I’m scoping fa thickness
Like fitness can’t do shit with skinny’s
I’m fuckin

drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,

like boosie  
I'm gone off this act keep popping these perkys just know that it's making me drowsy
Uzi extendo clip way that shit hit nickname it Ronda

Drive Slow

Paul Wall

Class of '06 Mixtape

2005

the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with

know that I'm the shit
My bitch bad with long hair
All these niggas tryna hit
I'm dropping bars I'm dropping hits
Yeah these niggas know I spit
Fuck

with my pole
Leave that boy glitching, they thought he was froze
432, I'm fly like a crow
Dressed in all black like some motherfucking coal
Freaky lil

up
Movin' hoes, by pressin' tab, lil' bitch, I type it up

Rich bitch got cash, and she got a Bentley truck
And these haters runnin' loose, cause my