Lyrics:
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
in my head. Some say I OD'd
off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma
died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas
hate, but I don't drive by, I walk
know you the shit
If hell froze over, I'm just trynna get the ice Patek
Wealth for my lil' man, royalties on his desk
Runnin' through the hallways, up
stone ya
She don't know my real name she call me Coach Tev
"Coach Tev can u rub me down with both hands?"
Shit I wiped that ho down think Lil Boosie would
know I'm shining ****)
Imma boss break em off (Break them boyz off)
Imma boss like Slim thugga Meek mill or Rozay
Boss like Boosie bad azz or the boy J
man
Let's raise up, man damn
Man move
I can't believe this
Nigga, I thought I told you to open the damn register
Every nigga play with me
Got
[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!
If you buy Trill shit
Then you buy that real shit!
Distant lover..
so many miles away
I'm turnin' into Mr. telephone man
Girl, you know I miss ya
So many miles away
And I can't kiss ya
Look but
pussy might dig her
You don't no my struggle everyday, anotha bag ask the world who the man?
They gone tell you Boosie badazz
Doubted my freedom, now
pussy might dig her
You don't no my struggle everyday, anotha bag ask the world who the man?
They gone tell you Boosie badazz
Doubted my freedom, now
like Webb and Boosie
What we do gotta keep it under droppin bombs in the summer
She tryin kick it like a punter but Lil Homi can not love her
Ask my name
should
And lil brother
Let’s talk
I put my Arm over ya shoulder
Lil Nigga Lets walk
Let get into how you dragging out beef
With no reasoning
on that Snoop shit, Gin got me woozy
Got me feelin' sorry for my nigga Lil' Boosie
Turn up the fuckin’ radio, bang a lil' Gucci
Get high as a hummingbird
understand c-span
Birthed by the ghetto
cnd
Fed by foreigners
Running with murderers
White man controlling us
Yea
Supply and demand
Hit the block with
him off the block
Lil one kind of remind me of me
Man lil one a G
Lil one runnin with the big boys
Lil one fuckin these hoes
Lil one got some of these
Glue
It's 40 Cinnagrams, To Them Trucka's And Bammer's
And I Can Chef Up A Miricle With Arm & Hammer
I'm A Hustler, Man I Supply The Fiends
I'm
Sexy smile, girl so gorgeous
And ya know she's from the southside
Are you curious for passion from a man?
I know you stickin' t' ya biz and I ain't in
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Dope money Gloc 40, make my pance
for doin' gutta thangs all da girls love me man
Fresh Shades big lot, ooh bad chick
Me and shawty Gucci'd down at the classic, Boosie he da baddest
I
Slanging with the socks stupid
My head back harpooning
Met her at the bar luna
And opened up a can of tuna
Mr monster man monsoon
Running thru ya flesh
lil' bitch I hit a week ago
' keep talkin' bout your she miss me She felt the 30 through my pants
I told her, fye right by my jimmy,yeah
Twin dropped
at my kids, baby mama never home
Serg and his boys got a problem cause I'm Boosie
Surrounded by rats so they can tell on me, crew shit
Same with
But take me by the hand
I aint in it for
No one night stand
No no no no
You can be my lady
cnd I can be ya man
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
It seem a lil
on you and your other man
But I could sick my Lil dogs on the other hand
Who am I kidding man
On two percs I got adrenaline
Mortal Kombat need to finish
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