Lyrics:
In seventy-six the sky was red
thunder rumbling overhead
Bad King George couldn't sleep in his bed
And on that stormy morn, Ol' Uncle Sam was
It's Boujee in here, it's Boujee in here
Shoutout to Twenty for this
Okay
B-O-U-J double E
Yeah, that's me
I'm the king I'm smoking green
Always
take my heat
Fireball flow can't bat in my league
I'm the best rapper that's been slept on
Stick around like gum that's been stepped on
Stepped on, I
she may be "Disappeared", forever lost
Saint Expedit, you are a saint and I'm a sinner
I send you to find...Sarah Lafayette
Oh, ride me of her head
[Silkk]
Well, it's time to ride, slide
them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up
Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass
I'm about act bad, no doubt,
know I'm WiFi, I'm really in the streets
Do you remember I was bad off on the lean? No longer drink, put down the bottle
Lil' Kevin Gates on Carolina
majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I
I'm a Jake I don't bake a cake
I'm not a cake daddy you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy
With a drop top see when I hoe hop I kick it
exact
Hanson street off of Webber had to gone state the facts (boy)
Matter fact, watch me blow by
Sittin in a fly ride , tinted up so high
N**** yea I'm
cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
fall in rut
I'm not smokin' no dutch, yeah i'm smoking swishers
I got this drip on me clutched up I keep my hitters
I'm off the monster
Earnhardt, get
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha HAA
It's 10-31
Yes I run with a gun
I'm crazy
Time to go have some fun
Betta move betta run
This ain't a dream
I can tell by
My mind playing tricks controlled by these racist
A prisoner in a systematic matrix
My mind playing tricks controlled by these racist
A prisoner in
Niggas cookin in the kitchen
A murder was committed
I was fittin the description
A Detroit nigga scandelous, I'm an assassin
Trick Trick ain't gotta hit
Trick you cin' movie in
I tried to give her ass a citation
But she got that counter clap and she started gyrating
I'm thing ‘bout the time and how much
good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back
this profit
Back and I'm making up losses
You know that it's me and the boys anytime we come knocking like
Trick or treat, it's Killa B
Knock
keep me down 'cause I'm too high
Last year was a bird, that shit flew by
I feel like a dragon yeah that blue eyes
Hop in that coupe let's go
Pull up with
pages
Had to take it to the basics catch me in the kitchen
With the fork by the water like hit it hit it hit it
Money is the outcome Imma Get it Get it
the fuck up, I'm hard as concrete
Sidewalk gun talk university
Every hood's the same, up in Detroit
I'm with Trick Trick, smoked about three joints
complain, played out by LMFAO
Adele takes home the Grammy, can relate to being homely, can't we?
And she says she's 'proud,' but honestly who owns the stocks?
stop off here in Lafayette
Lord and have me another round
[Chorus:]
I've been workin' in corners all alone at night
Pullin' down whiskey
Keepin'
show!
I'm talkin' about that guy I grabbed by the hair in San Francisco,
And that guy I put in a headlock in Moncton New Brunswick
And that chick I
and bumping, all on Lafayette
Turn on to Poinsett and then Mathis
Call her up cuz I'm at the door, she walks out, Sumthin sexy on
She hops in, I Give her a kiss
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