Lyrics:
Boosie Badazz
Look like we got a problem, baby baby (Lil' mama)
Time ain't on my hands (Time ain't on my hands)
Look like we got a problem (We
(In university)
I swing and I beat off the block (Boosie)
6, 3
Sike girk (now it's Dorrough Music)
These niggas be claimin' they real
Most of these
young niggas jug it
den bring dat shit back
I like to pop rubberbands a lot
Dese rubber bands can't hold my knots
Bad lil bitch and she dance a lot
Thief
(Slurp slurp)
Got da b**** sloopy wet
She like this papi instead
And i was getting some head
Get getting da head
Run dat bank lil mama than
Pay me
[Intro: Huey & Bobby Valentino]
What's Up lil mama Hits Comited Patna
She don't know about me u don't know I got dat payow
She don't know about me u
Everybody know me, know me by Black
Black be smokin' weed mane, smokin' weed by da stack
Got dis, got dat, got swishers, got blacks
Got dat smoked out no
that what
Dats that luhbootygang
As soon as I hit the club I see a gang of bad bitches
All of em fine as hell but a few looking juicy
Posted up in
on me I'm dripped down
Yeh yeh I'm dripped down
I got yo bitch n she pipped down
We innis bitch n we pipped now
Yeh yeh i got yo hoe
I told dat lil bitch,
I gotta go and get it dats by any means
I know you hear the trumpets
Stack dat cheddar stack dat cheese feed da family
I know you hear the sound
Man
it guess I'll never heal
Yea til I sign a deal
Who want smoke
N**** let's do it
Ian got a vert but I gotta lil
Uzi
Already know set it off like 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
Southside: lil' Key-C
I showing up, everybody got on they Nikes
And you know what everybody higher than a kite
Or they just leaning in they seat
Smoking
Southside: lil' Key-C
I showing up, everybody got on they Nikes
And you know what everybody higher than a kite
Or they just leaning in they seat
Smoking
knew it! I knew it! I could jes' make it out from yo' renunciation! sho' get hot down deahh in de summer time!
Thing-fish:
Dat no lie...people be
you fucking hoes by force, make you go and do what I want you
Underestimate this monster that you called partner, I got ya
Say what the fuck you
Control yo' conversation
If I ain't got em' bet my homie got em'
For every nigga playin' Batman just know dat we robbin'
Bitch admire us mobbin'
Stack
he made it home Sug Gang
He like bro I know Bout you Nigga, line up them hoes I got you
Ain't got no times to play games
It's Time to get in dat mode
wit me
Got racks on me got ya main ho sayin “where you stay” to me
Don’t play wit me, slap the beam on, know I got aim on me
Shooter waiting on a okay
Remembering dat lil bad a** hollering your a screw up
Listening to f***** weezy grew up an F***** blew up an boosie badazz
An webbie da reason I keep my tool
paid twenty G's for it
I got the Jacob on got the necklace on
The Boosie Badazz necklace
You know, I be swimming in a pool of hundreds
Where my lil
while im swervin
i play tha six by nines wit tha slap while im swervin
i gotta have tha killa and the yak while im swervin
a fo or five hundred dolla
Dat lil girl done jumped out of your stomache
Nd grown in2 a woman
U lil prickz study a nigga
Nd I ain't even stuntin u niggas
They wanna go nd rock my
call me dat fiend wasn't here to make ya coffin
its always beside me, watch got diamonds
i ain't part timin, I'm full time grindin
the nigga wasn't
And look back at it dat's if she's a real vet wit it
But she gotta have hips wit it
And know that one flat ass can make a whole clique look bad
To all
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