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S.U.C., I eat wit DJ Michael Watts
I don't wanna be in a rap group, I'd rather do me alone
Everybody so surely, I'm so glad that boy Lil Boosie is home

I

Shhhh okay
Back it up
Back it up
Shawty stepped off in the club, lil mama bad as fuck
By the way she moving, got these bitches mad at her
You can pop

skrilla
Gone throw that ass for a real nigga
Gone shake that ass for a lil skrilla
I know I got yo main nigga tight
We be at my crib by the end of the night

you ain't Boosie
Yeah, know that drank good, when you pour it, hit the bottle
Yeah, Prada's on my feet, Cuban licks all on my collar
I do crime by

is illegal (damn)
They let Gunna go, we tryin' to figure out that happened (he snitchin')
He took a plea deal, Lil Boosie say that nigga rattin' (aw)

(Tae) ayy

I know they hear the money talkin'
Poodie pull up in whatever
'member back when he was walkin'
And I was busy showin' love, it wasn't real

the projects to let them all know I'm outside
I need a bad lil bitch who gon love me forever and always stand tall by my side
I need a bad lil bitch when I'm

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

Pourin' the Syrup

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi, Vol. 2: Gangsta Grillz

2014

on Highland
Boosie had a black Monte Carlo and a 'Burban
I was in a grey Monte Carlo and a Tahoe
He was doing shows, bad hoes up in Talo's
I was speaking

Trouble

Boosie Badazz

Life After Deathrow

2014

Yeah, it's Badazz (Boosie Badazz)
Badazz ENT
Certified, nigga

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Nigga, you in trouble now (in trouble now)
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Yeah the Graveyard back, yeah
Black Rain

(Mixed by) Graveyard pack
Jail house crowded
Black rain, black rain

Jail house pack
Graveyard crowded

be grindin and grindin and grindin like hoes
Been betrayed catch a fade like my name Lil Boosie
Bouta make touring my life like my name Lil Uzi
Man

the look in your eye
You don't wanna be loved
You just wanna get by
Never leaving your side
Do you wanna get high? 
Do you whatever you want 
Shorty just

niggas, I feel like Kiki Rice
Walk with the Uzi, poppin' the peas, I'm beatin' the case, I feel like I'm Boosie
Bad lil' bitch, she carry the stick, she

whatever they need
I treat 'em like my own kids since brody deceased
Double-digit the yeek, free lil' pimpin' Talik
If you ever circle a face, you're

it's cool
So they hidin' all they love for you in private
I keep it too real, they fear me, I want the world to hear me
I know Lil Boosie, Tory Lanez,

Prolly catch the raiders plus he he know some girls that we can stay with
I'm just tryna party and kick it with good people
Play a lil bones some spades

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

(Facts, look)

My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)
My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)
My OG 'nem

nothing 'cause you feel a lil pain
They don't want you if they can get the real thing
Stress about whatever when a dollar still made
I'm just tryna feel

the beat drop
Here we go now
I'm feeling, I'm feeling like Lil Pump
I can do whatever I want
Politics on Twitter
Controversies on Instagram
Inappropriate

and peel the top off
Pop a Perc, so Peter pop off
Whatever is first, I Peter pop off

Anthem 'pon anthem 'pon anthem, No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne

line
Too many rappers getting played by labels a deal ain't even Cross my mind (I ain't lying)
Industry all fucked up wassup with all these new lil

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