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Fucking that bitch, imma grab on her bun
Never shot by the opp are you dumb (Are you dumb)

Stupid lil nigga got hit by the drum (Grahh grahh)
Body was

why
[x4]
Hold up wait a second,
let me think for a second 

[Lil' Boosie:]
Red Bandana, Red Lexus
Top notch nigga hoes call me black & sexy
Top notch

drugs to kill the pain
Nowadays some days don't feel the same

I don't care what a nigga might say, or think, or feel
When it come to my block, a lot

to the man above God can you hear me?
Ah ah ah ah, no
Why can't it stop?
I don't know
All this pain, been hittin' me like Bane
My heart frozen Johnny Dang

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'

NFTs buy the shop
Back on my bullshit
Slapping them like I'm lil boosie
Nothing funny this ain't Druski
I Rap and sing call me Tuneshi
I do it myself

donkeys just to earn a lil money

(God I'm rising in pain)

Do you know the pain of sleeping with an empty stomach (My life is full of flames)
Have you ever

with my pole
Leave that boy glitching, they thought he was froze
432, I'm fly like a crow
Dressed in all black like some motherfucking coal
Freaky lil

won't stop till I see the gas light, I might ride out tonight
A lil hen just make me feel right, got to hold the wheel tight
A couple stops and I'll still

through
Kick it, maybe punt it too; I'm fly but I can run it too
I touched down to cause hell like lil Boosie, plus I's going for two
Tied it up, won it too

it
Brown liquor in my cup now I'm faded
Couple more hits of the 1882
In my emeralds, barely laced up
Maybe slip a lil bit, on the way up
Plug hit me

talking money you could pipe down
Lil dusty nigga now i be lil boosie with the wipe down
And 20 20 vision got my future lookin bright now
Throw a patek up

make dem doors Disappear

I'm in this B***ch you know this
Our year

T-dog came home to a band
We the MOB fold him like a can
Free Lil Boosie he ain't

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

chopper hit a opper, now his partner's pushin' tees
Get jacked like Jill, MACs on Phil and Lil, twenty FNs on me
Stashin' doja in the motor of Toyotas,

I'm Gerald Levert
Got Uzi on the deck
Lil' uzi in the vert
8 ball corner pocket
Lil' Stussy on the shirt
Lil Boosie on the fade
Gold chains got some

40 in my sprite
If I ain't sliding by myself I got my shooter to my right
If I got a gun why would I fight
I can't fuck with nines if she ain't a ten

YFN lil bitch I'm feeling like lucci
Show me that coochie I'm feeling like boosie
Chop hot leave splatter it come like jacuzzi
Im Tarantino I'm shooting

To the best of Motown
Gave that box a boosie fade
Before I even went down
Please
Come getcho main squeeze
She falling for everything
That you can't be
Still

up
Movin' hoes, by pressin' tab, lil' bitch, I type it up

Rich bitch got cash, and she got a Bentley truck
And these haters runnin' loose, cause my

Dan
Most people think LOL is a group
A meaningless saying
Nothing but a trend
I object to that
By saying it's a way of life
So I announce to you
Lost

the matrix
Im with my dog I feel stewie Im in traffic clutching toolie
Made lil bitch wipe me down Im trill just like Im Boosie
Look at what that money make

gucci prada and y.s.l 
And her clientele is never fucking hoochies 
Just a bunch of bad asses like they only fuck with boosie
I said shorty whats your

Swerve

Lil' Boosie

Gangsta Musik

2004

[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