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braggin' in close friends
That she ride good pipe
Told her get a lil' darker, for real
Let me see what ya like

Hit them lights
I gotta get a lil' darker

lil' badass, I feel like Boosie, nigga
She got the nerve to pop a Perc' before I fuck her
Put yo' phone in the safe then we can cuddle
We can fuck

Slicing through with this chrome on me
Hollows rip right through yo dome homie
Lil bro ain't gone answer that phone for ya
Call ya mama to pick up ya bones

choosin
When ya name pop niggas fake turn groupie
I done seen it all I ain't have to see a movie
Savage like I'm macho man but don't be with Boosie
Lay ''em

to touching on women
Impregnating heathens, fake friends and celebrities in ya face breathing
You said you rap better but look what you written
Calling niggas

Huh ya
Heard he work with the opps he a undercover
Yeah I'm riding round town counting Benihana
I'm just mixing the lean with with marijuana
Got

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

nigga out quick
I don’t condone In fuck shit 
You cappin 
Get put in a casket 
You really acting 
Lay ya ass flat like a mattress 
Feeling like Boosie

Word around town young nigga is a king I don't even know how y'all can't even see 
Mind of a maniac call boosie b 
I'll chop yo ass up don't play

gang

Had some addresses so they sent em they really came
Beat a ham nigga out his socks like pooti tang
Send ya mans back in a box like gucci mane
Ion

ya man, asking
I told Mikey, let's go, we can jam after I told Mikey, let's go, we can jam after
I'ma fuck you, then shoot up, yeah, man, after I'm in

me
If I step into da function she gon pick me

Man da shit I make is cold its so sickly
Yo lil baby come over she jus wan lick me
I'm grindin for allis

play hide and seek 
I’ll be the mistle 
And You bring the heat 
Lil bo peep 
Counting sheep 
In your sleep
Pa-ral -y-sis
Aint no joke
It’s Friday 
Now

make dem doors Disappear

I'm in this B***ch you know this
Our year

T-dog came home to a band
We the MOB fold him like a can
Free Lil Boosie he ain't

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

stuff man man hes drunk hes soft but fuck it
imma fuck him up Cause uh Lil Shades just a lil fishy
But his fuckin crips keep trying to step up to me
So

Eyes red I'm full of that loud
Bad Azz like Lil Boosie
Acting out like that Bad Azz dvd the one I catch on YouTube
Counting money by the blue , blues

I just pray it goes away
And I'm shooting like I'm kobe bet that man gon fade away
Twenty three up in my gun bet I'm shooting michael j
Call lil spazz

Friday Night

Young Gunz

Tough Luv

2004

To supply to my peeps
I was bringin' hag
Took charge of the block, game ping to ave (uh-huh)
Still bringin' cash on the scene at last
Still gloves and masks,

don't pick up
Lil Breaveheart this a stick up
When you see her outside please don't ask for Pictures
Spiritually gifted by the gifter
Don't get too weak

at
It was rough
She a eater,
Just bring through the henny, she  fuck 
You was tough round ya friends, 
By ya self you a mut
When I slide, keep a shooter

21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters

to Jay I'm in ya lane I'm gone with it
From O.V.O. to S.I. to R.O.C. cash rules everything believe me
Cash runnin' fast got me scuffin' up my Yeezys
Real

"i'm the new world order"
= I'm a sellout who
Signed with the illuminati
For personal gain to brainwash the youth by
Making them value the wicked