Lyrics:
nigga
Evrybody an' there mama duin dis rap thang
I'm thankful dat my lil' brutha ain't in da hood bangin
Just be thankful 4 all ya got
If it's just
diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody
diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody
bay, a bay bay
I'm in tha club hollerin'
A bay bay its Lil Boosie
This for my dawgs who keep that cake and keep that oozie
Holla a bay bay
One
city for a new lane
Now i'm really just doing some new thangs
Pulled up from the drive thru wit some new gank
Yark how i be doing thangs
Fuck on her all
a lil more time
I need to know if you goin be there when I hit yo line
You need some guidance in life I'll be right there to coach you
I wanna tell you
come around us,
some fly niggas you dont ever get it twisted
cause we walk up in this bitch and bottle poppin till the ending
keep that muthafucka goin
feel this damn pain
Goin Hard, Goin Hard
Through This Damn Rain
Turn my pain
To some motherf****** champagne
In this Fooly World
Tryna Make my own lane
Everything I ever did, had to climb to the top,
Nigga had to be running the thang
I Don't care how many bosses inside of the room,
cdd one more when
pumped
Thinkin' you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin' get stomped.
And we goin' shut this whole thang down
Going out with a big bang, pow!
ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them West side niggaz'll sit that thang on them switches
Them by 9's be
goin hard can you feel him
When I autograph this track
Aint nobody alive that can take my spot
Put it on Err lil Thing I got
Well I think not Im dope
look douchie
When the 'bows touch down, we cause hell, Lil' Boosie
Brodie gettin' it off ice, like Kristi Yamaguchi
The work Off-White the same color
up myself, so I ain't owe 'em that
So fuck what a enemy think
I'm goin' hard, I'mma monster, we drink
Shout out to Louie V
Shout out to Lil' Snupe
He
[Intro:]
Fuck You [repeat through intro]
Waz sup Waz happenin
This Weebie Trill young savage aka Lil Baton Rouge
howeva you wanna me (Big Head Boy
Blowin' for when they free my lil' brother and free Lil Boosie
Twista
He don't do the things like I, do he?
He don't make you feel like I, do he? Do
getters, no bullshitters
Got ten lil niggas and they all hitters
Make some buddy tell them strippers
We the big tippers
Whole clique full of stars
We the big
(Lil' Style)
Nine in the mornin, feds at my door (my door)
Lou Cortez creakin cross the hardwood floor (right)
Dippin through the alley I made my
I bet Imma' blast through the ceiling and can't nobody really stop it
They don't want problem, they just want some clout, these people so toxic
I do
I had a dolla and a dream
Tryna come up with master plan to run me up some cream
Bitch I gotta get this green
The art of hustle took me over
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
the chat room, my conversation is goin' down
Where you from? Where you at? Lil' momma sho' talkin' nice
I tell her meet me at U of H right by the towers
"Tarantula"
Got Canada on calendar so shout-out to my manager
I walked through in South Africa, I jumped in 'bout four Acuras
I flip it just like a spatula,
nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big
Lil Boosie do it big boy
Feel this here, check this out
Look
I smoke, I drank, I tote that
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