Lyrics:
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
Lil' blood got
she gotta be solid type won't fold
And you don't mind getting in trouble with
Soon as that pressure hit
Even them niggaz you loved ah give up yo
a days it’s a rap den I get a check
First it’s smoke weed den a lil sex
Wack niggaz always talking bout they next
I struck a couple out brodie I ain’t seen
through a window
Gut up like Ginsus, or Technic 1200's
Bitch niggaz scared, I hear the bubbles in your stomach
Waitin' for your bowels to move, cause
weed I smoke
I been having trouble sleeping
It’ll come in due time just be patient
A lil numb but I’m fine just be patient
Potholes slowed me down but
to sleep, we stay on the damn Creek
In the club we be VIP, you trying to be like me
You want to fucking swing, but you got chaired by security
[Verse 4]
I'm
catch me
At the mall ima ball later they said lil Kris by the store
Grab some now an laters plug just hit the phone
You coming now or later ticket going
wrap
On my neck
With Michaels Kors watch
Nigga fuck ya Patek
I’d rather by my moms a house,
A business, than re invest
See you niggaz playing
Lil Boosie bad ass and I wanna know if you a do it again baby girl, you know what I'm talkin bout,
If you a press rewind if I ain't have shit, make
She enticed by my lucrative image
My pops made me extra attractive to women
Get love from the east n the west when I'm in it
But it's Southside Regg
drink it with me
Now we just tryna kick it
'til they kickin us out
Then I'ma show lil' mamas what
This dick is about
Cause it's a damn movie in
The back
gotta slide
Just gotta new dope connection
I’m focused on paper
But if it’s a problem
I’ll be in the smoking section
Just a got a new a sig lil
the streets, Lil Boosie told me I couldn't
Lil Boosie told me I can't
What I'ma do with my rank?
How I'ma fold my Z?
I'm in the middle of beef
They shot my
a couple jewels up, Mr. t in this bitch
Body marked up by the words of my niggaz
Who lived a righteous life but was slained by the triggaZ
On the chase for
there's no paper to count?
The type to re-up with papi, and pay for a ounce
You niggaz flippin' basuda, y'all gettin' no mula
Ya copped a lil' whip now,
there's no paper to count?
The type to re-up with papi, and pay for a ounce
You niggaz flippin' basuda, y'all gettin' no mula
Ya copped a lil' whip now,
[Boosie:]
Lil boosie bad ass and I wanna know if you a do it
again baby girl, you know what I'm talkin bout,
if you a press rewind if I ain't have
pleanty money
And ain't hardly bothered...
See They was stunting on me
Na they beg and they barrow...
I Could be in London with ya Bitch by Tomorro...
Have
Verse: 1
You want in well I’ll open up the door
Hot chics tip toeing on the wood floors
You can tell by the quality I’m making a living
Triple coat
fake, and live this Hollywood life
I garuntee that in the end, you will have to pay the price
[Chorus]
When I had a lil' work, I use to front a lot
niggaz that get in trouble
Then I got you in the cover no other did it so betta
Tropical colors on ya dresses impresses me
I ain't worryin' about yo
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
up in my head. Some say I OD'd
Off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma
Died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas
Hate, but I don't drive by
We the realest niggaz
So succa free no lollipop gang
All we so is get money
All we do is grind
All we do is what we do, never what you do
Cause we in
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