Lyrics:
You know that's that pressure
When you make a nigga chill out
Pull up screaming fuck 'em
Let out shots and then I pull out
Damn, let off shots
breathin'
Ayy, say, Lil Boosie, they gon'
Zoom right down your block
You better beat it
All that talkin' like you with it
You ain't gon' do shit, just gon'
I do not wanna love you
I'm smoking backwoods woah, damn
I just got started in November now
I'm at the top fucking hoes by their race
Told that lil
on, it's a photoshoot
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Me and Boosie smokin' fruity, it look like a photo shoot
Shout out to my nigga Webbie, my hoes
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
here, if you ain't on that dope up in here
Man I should slow up in here, 'cause I can't get roped up in here
Got this lil' hoe up in here and I ain't
('cause I've been betrayed)
Feel like they beat me like a slave
How many niggas been betrayed out there tonight? (Plenty of times, nigga)
Nigga don't
doing what I do
Tried to pull me out my mood
I got too much swea I can’t lose
I get faded fuck da booze
Now I’m sedated wit the Jews
Niggas sad they sing
closed he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all
the street bitch
50 come in get em gone by the weekend
OG turnt y’all lil niggas can’t be me
Back of the back with your bitch and she eating me
Used to look
a car and drive it
Everytime she see Lil Boosie she smilin'
[CHORUS x2:]
Wish I could fuck her everyday
Touch her in everyway
But she stay so many miles
she need me
See more skin than Juh-Fay-Fay
Get more cut than Keezy
They hollering out mayday whenever they see me
They see lil Tre Tre now they wanna be
the worst, now they won't come around
Yeah, moving by the pound, going in and out of town
Yeah, I feel like Lil' Boosie, told that bitch to wipe me down
I
Boosie Badazz
I'ma send this out, to all the niggas doin' thirty to forty years
life sentences, fightin' life sentences and shit
Send this out
[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!
Probably hit the booth from Atlantic
Hoes gone jump out the boosie titanic with the quickness
Niggas gone turn into bitches
Michael Jordan gone need
Ay fuck cancer, shout out to Boosie (real spit)
I fuck your main bitch, I gave her cooties (slime season)
Let's get it (hey)
Get it, all my
a lifestyle, life wild
Going all in till the lights out
Rocking some shit that Boosie say You gotta wipe down
Start to get cake then everybody want a bite now
I
the gold out the grill
Stay close to the mill
Can't roll slow cause I got no chill
Why do em like that said that you was gone thought you be right back
They play me, they blind you
Somebody find you, my niggas out here (We out here)
Sell my dope in the back of the projects, nigga, that's Boosie spot
Boosie, mind right
Splits on the dick what she doing for The Klondike?
Flyest in the room pulling up like a Prom night
GI, Fresh off Bobby Deuce in the shit
Boosie Bad Ass, Ima send this maw'fucker right here
To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up
Bank roll after bank
out the college
Just left Macfarland bout to head to Alberta
Bout to make a few plays bruh you know that I'll serve ya
Mood on Lil Boosie cause we
When I ran up my money all these bitches came toward me
I hop in the booth and I tell Rackzo to record me
Bad lil bitch she the one she told me that
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