Lyrics:
and smoke weed all day
it don't matta if you lonely baby
you need a thug in ya life
cuz bustas ain't lovin ya right
Chorus
I'd ratha be ya N-I-G-G-A
so we
and then I run it up
Shawty on my dick, don't give a shit cuz I been countin' up
Saucy drippin' call me blue cheese
Rubber bands I used these
That lil boy
out Park Town
Big Gator one who made this song
I play it so real, I play it by ear
I don't know what you talkin' 'bout cowboy
But J Prince is real
partner smoke him
Chuck E Cheese, I'm about pizza and my Rol' on
I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke
Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters
wanna play
But sometimes I only want you
Baby I'm confused, confused (Sometimes it's hard)
I don't know what to do (I don't know what to do
Since 2002 Kartel is off, thru the years he's getting faster and faster, He's IMMORTAL NOWWWWWW.
V1: Give it you raw like chicken inna kentucky .
to lift up my spirit,
My momma preachin', but Boosie boo don’t wanna hear it (hard head).
You know they say I was dead, two shots up in my head.
Some
my nigga
You gotta feel it, lil' nigga
Look, I came home to show the world
Same Boosie, same music that exposed the world
Of all his wrongs, the real
it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won
a cell, but I'm home now
I done made it through the struggle
Now I'm goin' viral
Lil' homie on his dick
He 'bout to go en route
He just tinted up
don't get along
Wasted so much time savin' up
Money on my mind
Ain't made enough
Playin' me for mine
Won't make it home
Stayin' by my nine
My aim is on
I
don't judge your race (It ain't like that in here)
The place where everybody get along (Respect)
Take you to that place (Yeah), chronic by the pound
Couple of thotties, givin' 'em matta
They movin' wock (Matta, matta)
We just gon' finish what them niggas started
It's fuck all the opps (Lil' bitch)
a product of TI and Boosie
And Jeezy and also Lil Will
And the Migos, the fourth one is here
Product of Hip-Hop I'm making it clear
I'm a product of jugging
here nigga
You better believe it, you better believe it
You better believe it (my money don't fold, I'm gettin' this dough)
You better believe it
talk shit bitch, I do it (huh)
They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (huh)
You in my way, need to move, bitch (huh)
Shut the fuck up, no excuses
to slide on
Lil' shawty made the news
(She made the news) i bet I'm live like Lil
Boosie with them Two's (I bet I'm live)
I got my ratchet pull it up, I bet
me how to do it
CMW this a movement
Stayed true just to prove it
I give the fade like I'm Boosie
Hood love me, like I'm Lucci
I put em on like Gucci
attorney, go ahead and free Lil Boosie (Boosie)
B.I.G was alive, everybody need some juicy (right)
Tell me the difference between Suge and Puff
While you
this bitch out
Been pimping its nothing to kick a bitch out
Good on my own I don't need no one else
Said I'm good by myself so I don't need yo help
Bitch
and Ski
You can ask Rico and E, I'd still love y'all if y'all don't love me
Maybe it is what it seem, my mind been clear since I quit lean
I put barbwire
When I slide down the block
Got a blunt full of reefer
Boosie badazz set it off
Out the speaker
Bad lil bitch on my side
Like a beeper
Niggas keep
baby
Sippin' on the Goose, like Boosie, baby
Oops, my fault
I fuck and send her home, I don't let her wipe off
Fuck and send her home, walk in
Thank 'em, saved some of y'all life
I was out in it all night, for real
When you come from where we come from, don't no money help you heal
That's why
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