Lyrics:
bout dat
Only guns and pretty bitches my niggas we bout dat
Drop platinum on the street, Ghetto D and Ghetto Postage
Homey don't touch the weed, lil
ashy
Bet not ask me if I miss you
I don't, bitch, quit askin'
This PS3 sit right by me on the couch, I'm
playin' transit
I miss how it was games
baby push that GT G loot
Now what it do, ya baby show the platinum twos
Ain't playin' wit me homie let the eagle shoot
Now what it do, yeah baby young
Lil Uzi, Yeah yeah
You know I'm savage
.40 Glock posted on the block
And my shorty pop when that forty stop
You a cold rat informing cops
dont give a fuck about your rank lil nigga
I dont give a fuck about no face card
This shit like a graveyard
He got hit by that drac lil nigga
My shooter
A little bit of thunder, strike out the lightnin' (boom)
Spicy, know she spicy (spicy)
Wet-wet like a Pisces (wet, wet)
Drip, Lil Boosie, bite me (drip,
movin like that, I'll leave my gun on the dresser (Ooo, ooo)
I ain't lil boosie but I like them nasty nasty (Ooo, ooo, ooo)
That thang so aggressive I
on(dream on nigga) fuckin right nigga i had a dream
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Boosie Badazz
Look like we got a problem, baby baby (Lil' mama)
Time ain't on my hands (Time ain't on my hands)
Look like we got a problem (We
Houston
It's badder than boosie
Ay, it's lit, my wrist
My bitch, okay it's ice
This shit is lit, is lit
Okay my bitch, my wrist is ice
This shit OK
it wasn't on
And by the time you got my letter I was long gone
Back on the road, gone with the wind blows
Packin' the shows, hoes and the nymphos
right on me for that lil bum boy who told
Family stay ten toes got them guns covered up in platinum gold
And we cold
Got that dough
Lil bro put you
and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her
me boosie
CTB Royalty it's a movie
Caught that boy lacking without his tooly
Thick lil bitch her name is Judy
We shooting guns like call of duty
Niggas
drum nigga make a sound
Got this platinum pressure yeah im servin by the pound
Got this 30 shot it go around, I'm cruising all up through the town
Yea im
[Talkin']
Boosie boo!! Boosie boo, nigga!!
And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now, word for word,
life story for life story, mane I'm
Gon' soulja hate me
Da judge looked at me
And said how you doin' boosie
He called me by my nickname {ooooh}
What you think I'm stupid {bitch}
You
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
Please don't tell nobody
Me and lil shawty drive the boat to private party
No, she not a buffy but she got some extra body
And she let me wax it off
hitman foolish just like Boosie's screaming five who next
I question God I lost lil Savage never said he leaving
I cried so hard that prolly first time
one had a fade like Lil Boosie
Like how I got on my gold, she let me dig in her coochie
I had no work for this shit, these niggas they scared to do it
I
it's nothin'
That lil' nigga stuntin', he shittin' (vroom)
I get high by myself in the skybox (yeah)
I came out the house, two F&N's for the day (two)
lil' bitch I hit a week ago
' keep talkin' bout your she miss me She felt the 30 through my pants
I told her, fye right by my jimmy,yeah
Twin dropped
two years
That's why they say my name, when I come through here
When I was 16, I wanted to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black
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