Lyrics:
Ayy, ayy Long live KD, long live Boosie, long live 10K
Ayy, ayy
What the fuck
That's sad shit man
Shit was fucked up, now a nigga tryna win
Shit was
me childish, she don't like that I don't eat her out,
But it ain't too much pressure still whatever just to see me smile,
They ain't know my name
ya daddy in tha pen (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Actin' bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again fuckin' nigga swerve on 'em
with my soldiers
All these bitches want this
Flock us like they vlogging
They wish that we was fuckin'
Smoking all of summer
Might pop a xan'
Ion understand what you lost your mind
I just hope you understand that i been lost mine
I don got a new watch ion got no time
I've been out here
Spanish with the plug havin' convos
Bleek Lair ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload
In the top, hit
a charge fa Yo nigga
Man shout out to Takendra
Cook big meals and keep his belly right
Give em head and fire pussy like every night
That's what they
I'm fuckin' her right
They be like "Doe, I gotta know?"
"What is that makin' yo pockets bulge?"
I be like "huh?" "fuck is you on?"
I wasn't lucky, my
they can't come up with me, so they call me Boosie
Huh? So they call me Boosie
Niggas said they want the fuckin' smoke, I gotta keep that toolie
Huh? I
in New Orleans
Don't you worry 'bout what's in my double cup, I'm feelin' like I'm Lil Wayne
Promethazine, a yellow Robitussin, straight codeine
they doin', this my fucking city
Sending shots on Instagram, telling me to kill you
Niggas said what 'bout TPG? I ain't owe 'em a penny it
Brand new
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
This the diary of a real nigga
And if it's chapter 3
Lil Kodak the Kolyons they are me
I put my heart in it, I might drown
I'm knee deep you open up
to fry
When you know that you one of them ones, a soil star (soil star)
You can't be boosie, gotta stay off they radar (bet)
Don't be flashy, drive
Lil' Boosie, yeah
I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch
I told that bitch
lookin' crazy like they know us
You ain't got no money, plus you bummy and you tore up
You pretty, but bitch, so what? (Hd)
Me and Boosie in the Maybach,
luck for a week
Ask her friend was she dykin'
She say more than likely, cool
'cause I'm feelin' like Boosie
Just got a fresh cut
I can see that she
you know I'm finna ball (I'm finna ball nigga)
I'm like, "Boosie", talkin' shit, I'll put you on the wall (Ha)
That boy was doin' all that yappin' till
in my pocket but I still act trife
While I in the club they say lil' parlor ain't right
Look I'm doing great that's the way I feel
Hustlin' hard all
louis all they do is bang Boosie.
? in north carolina ? hundid thousand on my wrist bitch, both arms.
Louisiana ain't even gotta talk, (fa what?) in
Them lil niggas hanging out the roof
Twisting up they fingers gang banging out the coupe
Play that Varrio that shit be banging out the booth
21 Guns like
feeling like lil boosie, about to set it off
Go play with your kids, cause I am not the one
Don't internet beef, can take it to the streets
Ran down
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
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,
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