Lyrics:
Gon' soulja hate me
Da judge looked at me
And said how you doin' boosie
He called me by my nickname {ooooh}
What you think I'm stupid {bitch}
You
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Her favorite rapper Lil Boosie
To tell the truth I didn't ask
When it come to bitches I'm Gucci
I'm the wrong one to rob
In the jungle I'm Nas
up and hit it real quick
It's lit, heck, I don't fear 'em but need to move slick
Ooh shit, I'm lil Boosie to all your bullshit
Your bitch pussy be
up my bruh n dat n**** off a jigga
Choppa wit a stick n it shoot wit a rhythm
Wish I could have saw em before they had killed em
Damn oh well
I was
to body my opponents
Should I say opposition, in my position I'm expected to be venomous
I beat 'em down verbally the way I rap
like it was multiples
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
like why would I slow up?
Yeah, gettin' too turnt up, fucked up, now I'm 'bout throw up (ugh, Lil Uzi)
Yeah, beat that motherfucker up
Yeah, left
Lil Boosie bad azz, trill entertainment, yung savage,
From the streetz to da beatz baby
Bend over lemme see whutchu workin wid fa real look
Ay
tired of ridin this, I hit the castle and switch
Yeah my lil' homie done came up on some extravagant shit
So I roll it up and took me an extravagant hit
the strippers by the pair
If her pussy classic then she might just get a pair
No time for the hating, against all my religions
Swangers when I'm skating, up in
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
ain't never gave a fuck
Get behind her, put it in her butt
Then beat it up
(Wamp-wamp) She, wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Bet that
(Wamp-wamp) She wet-wet
took some time away to run up money
Nigga switch up play it cool but I been peeped you moving funny
Fighting the demons in my head the drugs gone help me
we could jump 'em and check em, by sprayin' techs at these fools
Make it to trial, you don't win, indirectly you lose
You bad, makin' that move, your
a bucket, a Delta, a Cutlass
A Regal, a Montague whatever you thuggin'
It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with gray sound
When summer hit you
baby
Sippin' on the Goose, like Boosie, baby
Lil' bitch, I'm happy and I know it so I clap them fuckin' cheeks, yeah
I'm happy and I show it to your
Stewart
In one take, if I fuck up and I don't redo it
You couldn't sound grown on a beat if you were moaning to it
The day I don't say fuck you all, you
Toosie
I'm goin live like Boosie
Put ya lil lips on the camera
Yea the other one show me that coochie
It's pretty like Ricky it's juicy
iPhone 11 we
Uzi, Lil Uzi
Yeah!
Get them bands, now run it up
Get them bands, now run it up
Stack my bands then run it up
All blue bands like nothing else
They told em don't you ever come around here, don't wags see your face you better disappear
I tell her beat beat beat it
Beat it up
I tell her beat
The Window, Boosie Pass Me That Indo
I Told Her Slow Down Lil Mama Look Cause We Ain't Ken Folk
They Be On A Nigga, Yeah They Want A Nigga,
They Gone Take Lil
choose me she like you a little cutie
I'm like coolie why don't you me set it off just like lil boosie yuh
I am so hungry yessir I am so lucky that i got
Beat up the bezel
(yea we gone beat that shit up)
Beat up the bezel
(we gone add some more to it)
Beat up the bezel
(we gone do that to)
Beat up
holla Akon, and J-kwon but what about me
They holla Youngbloodz and Young Gunz, but Boosie
He buss guns and spit it to his love ones, look
They holla
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