Lyrics:
The front page of the paper
Backside in the middle
On parole still can't get me
Now to ride with my pistol
Boosie
95 max on dope boy cologne on (Creed)
walked out
Land of the thrill, mayne that's my spot
Workin' that real up in my twat
(System label me, a killa 'cause Lil Boosie gettin' guap)
(Blood cry
Maybach Music
It's Lil Snupe nigga
Lil Snupe in this bitch (feel good to be 18)
Got my mind in this bitch
I'm just a nigga happy that I made it out
like it's a demon
Curt McGirt, hop out, the whip the cleanest
I can tell by my auntie's face
She really need it neighbors used to call me
A lil' dirty
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
Dimes by the furnace
Live life like Capone cause
A muthafucka earned it
Paper planes with them hunnid dolla bills
Spent a couple mill but still, nigga
ain't here
I held it down in the rain
I got all this shit by my lonely
Remember I lost everything
Just try to make everyone happy
Breakin' the bread
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
boosie
so I picked the rawest one out the click
grabbed her by her shoulder uh and told her this
[Chorus: repeat]
I need a thug in my life
and you
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes (4x)
Verse 2 (Lil Boosie)
B.O.O.S.I.E. B.A.D.A.Z.Z. that's me (wipe me down)
Red bones caramels all of em stop and stare all
and linguine (Phew)
My luggage Gucci, I'm G ain't no Fendi (Gucci)
Head nigga like Boosie, bitch by the Trina
The coupe is red and ruby (red)
Somewhere
at the office
They dropped him of by time they found him, he was dead
They just let him out of prison and he still bangin'
To buy your love I spent a sixty
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
the Louis V backpack (backpack)
They know I hang where the dawgs at (yeah)
We know you hang where the rats at (rats at)
I'm a big dawg, lil' nigga, I turn
to bequeath you all my trust yeah
Left to bear the Burden by you is all the time I lost yeah
Still I wish our lil galaxies had a lil more yeah
A lil this, a lil
degree
Still winning, I been the best I could be
I'm still winning, I'm in the belly of the beast
Rocking a show every day of the week
I'm pouring it out
Turnin' up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin' my step (Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Gucci on all my belt
Racked up
know I been retarded but I'll never take the blame
'Cah we judgin' everybody by the money that they show
To the streets, still faker than the Louis'
S.U.C., I eat wit DJ Michael Watts
I don't wanna be in a rap group, I'd rather do me alone
Everybody so surely, I'm so glad that boy Lil Boosie is home
I
Happy Worthy
Haters know they can't hurt Me
Speaking Raw Eddie Murphy
Dummies Twenties
Stoopids Thirties
Whoa
Bankroll after Bankroll
Lil Boosie
When I
gave me Nova, gotta thank Lil' Queeze
She gave me V, Gotta thank Danielle
I'm nothing like these niggas, can't you tell?
I know exactly what you
world got comin'
Its hard to live by the rules when your lil girl got nothin, you strugglin'
He facin' life and 40 years, bein' lawyer to his peers,
knowledge still tough like
I kept it gangster, I just cry when I'm alone like (I Do)
It hurt my heart my brother crying on the phone like
FaceTiming tell my
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