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ya 
I got a bag put it  on ya head 
Lil boosie on all these fuck NIGHAZ brah 
I’m wit the shit know I’m in the street 
Know I got it bang brains by ya

Whats Happenin'

Webbie

Savage Life 3

2011

ain't uch gotta scream it sure you already know that
From boosie back to lil phat we gne stomp you out like a doormat
? the gun in the club ? that bitch

takin' shit

Bitch, I ain't who you used to know (nope)
I done shot off to the moon, lil' ho (gone)
Still order me a 4 for 4 (for real)
Painted drank

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

[Will Smith]
Uh, uh, uh
What?
Whoo! Ha-ha
Yeah mic check
Mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic
Alright now let's go yo

[Lil' Kim](Will)
Here come

Thug Talk

Boosie Badazz

Thug Talk

2016

If you don't understand, I want you to listen to song for song
Song for song and by the end, you will understand
Thug Talk
So, feel me now nigga

A smoker's prayer if I gotta lil roach then I gotta lil hope
I'm just tryna chill for a minute, I ain't tryna deal with all of that smoke
But if this shit get

jiggalatin ain't never been to jail couldn't
take that cell don't smoke ? can't take that
Smell smoke a lil color but a nigga couldn't tell jiggle
like

the fuckin feet up lil nigah/diamonds is hittin/hittin so hard it prolly could give Stevie some vision
Attractin sight from ones who always out plottin tryna

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

diss-this
I feel like there's B's on my face
Shut up bitch that's a closed case
100 thousand just to chill for the day
Left that strap yeah down by the bay

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

Swerve

Lil' Boosie

Hustle & Flow

2005

[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing

Contract

Jazze Pha

Crunk Juice

2004

about?
I'ma chill to the point haters checking me out
Sipping on the Crystal
Bitches want to get wild
Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my

Yeeah
Got damn lil baby you thick as fuck
(Fuck your producer my beat is by Meexhie)
That ass fat as hell
Ass super fat, like they threw a super size

out her mind

Put on AP, and I wear by the two
Gossipin' bitch, she can't hold in the truth
I hit 'em both from the back, by the two
I flew

chills foreal
Like is this real foreal
Say I don't want a deal
Im independent like Lil Boosie
When I was younger
I really wanted to be in movies
Til I woke

to talk about life (Life) and just chill with you
When your momma tell you different daddy love you nigga (I love you)
I came up on that Boosie yeah you

out his top, a pop a bitch just like a Adderall
Lil' mama out her top, she popped a perc', now she can't speak at all
Don't really fuck with backend, I

listenin' to this
'Specially if you a pretty little female
Aesthetic  on the track, boy

Sweet baby Jesus
Check out the flick of my wrist
Pull up in my whip

the A
'Cause my lil ho out there a freak
I nutted all in her face
It be goin' down, goin' down in every town
Everything we doin' now you
Know it get around
Goin'

and said it wasn't enough
Receiving all the lust, cleaning all the rust
By the end of the night got into her thoughts and said it wasn't enough
That lil

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

get a new kill
Jay say one by one, but I want them all, make the whole harvest chill
Niggas say Fox five, but never shot nothing, so who I'm supposed