Lyrics:
(Oh, oh, oh)
Drop a hundred of them thangs put a little on my baby
Lil' baby, lil' baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my
Makin' sure I'm rollin' ten man deep (ten man deep, ooh)
That's the way it gotta be
They know what it is
And know that I ain't gonna speak (nah, I
okay)
Flex on ex is all I do (All I do)
I'm the man, boy who are you? (Boy who are you?)
Lil' niggas keep they number 2's (They number 2)
'Cause I teach
Ay fuck cancer, shout out to Boosie (real spit)
I fuck your main bitch, I gave her cooties (slime season)
Let's get it (hey)
Get it, all my
The Southwest Don
Got game so big I can see King Kong
Game tight like foil on a new ding dong
And you can't go wrong with game like mine
I shine like silver
For A Good Price
My Whip Game Is Insane So Lil Boosie Live Dat Good Life
Uncle Showed Me How To Rock It Up
And Talk In Code Like I Need A Mike Vick
It's your boy Lil B
Shouts out to none of you rappers
Your careers is over based
Chasing the Rain
I know that the game got slight change
I stopped
on Highland
Boosie had a black Monte Carlo and a 'Burban
I was in a grey Monte Carlo and a Tahoe
He was doing shows, bad hoes up in Talo's
I was speaking
from Lil
Fame and Billy Danzе (Brrrrt)
Pistol whip you with it if the blicky jam
Eliminate thе middle man
Get it from the source
Smoke you like loose
Yeah (yeah)
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Ha
Like Tommy Lee and Pamela, I'm fuckin' on a camera
More stamina than animals, Gucci is no amateur
your hating ass list
Too late tryna Shang Tsung this (Your Soul is mine)
Tryna steal my flow,
Never know when I flip a disaster
Mixed emotions I just
it up but notice them boys they ova there plottin
Be wise guy my shootaz is near its not smart to try me
I’m fresh as fuck lil nigah (yeah) from
with this shit I'm out of patience lil' baby, yea
And I'm not the type to give up
I fell in love and got hit by a truck
I don't even think I can call
be grindin and grindin and grindin like hoes
Been betrayed catch a fade like my name Lil Boosie
Bouta make touring my life like my name Lil Uzi
Man
9 on when I play that trill fam
Two supa charged amps with the air conditioner fans
The pipes sound good and the motor is a man
Lil mama wanna ride
in this game is as big as us
If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a fuck
I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott
Defended by Johnny Coch'
niggas, I feel like Kiki Rice
Walk with the Uzi, poppin' the peas, I'm beatin' the case, I feel like I'm Boosie
Bad lil' bitch, she carry the stick, she
Eyes red I'm full of that loud
Bad Azz like Lil Boosie
Acting out like that Bad Azz dvd the one I catch on YouTube
Counting money by the blue , blues
I got me a blunt, I won't pass that
I got a P in this backpack
This is some loud, know this is no air pack
I want a Hellcat, I want a Scat pack
Come
Ayo, check it
The power's in the information
Not in that bullshit, fly by
Now you a slave to the hype
Fraudulent fuckery I ain't takin'
Streetz
that's my girlfriend
All mine, all mine
Shawty with me all the time (she be with me all the time)
Stay hot, stay fly
Keep her right by my side, (oh,
Yeah the Graveyard back, yeah
Black Rain
(Mixed by) Graveyard pack
Jail house crowded
Black rain, black rain
Jail house pack
Graveyard crowded
line
Too many rappers getting played by labels a deal ain't even Cross my mind (I ain't lying)
Industry all fucked up wassup with all these new lil
why
She telling me the hurt
I really don't care
Lil mamma I'm jerk
When it comes to the bedroom
I'ma hit it where it hurts
Lil mamma like it sloppy
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