Lil Boosie - Zoom Lyrics

Zoom Lyrics - Lil Boosie

[talkin intro]
Lil Boosie bad ass
Yung Joc we got a hit lets go baby

[Chorus]

EveryBody like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
(Zoom) They on them dubs like (zoom)
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

[Lil Bossie]

I'm Boosie Bad Ass
And i'll zoom right by you
760 parna Crispy Cream on the tire
Smoke that fire
Purple cush by the pound
Ask my dog Webbie
This is how it goes down
From my hood to yo hood
Man we making money
In the club we poppin bottles
The room we hitting models
Rollin throught the bottem
All the kids hollin 'Boosie'
This life a nigga livin
Like im staring in a movie
Fresh out the jacozzi
A little powder on my chest
Got thirth on my neck
Turkey mell just cut ya check
Now im zoomin in my Charger
On them 24's
Got a thing about BigHead and Pimp
So slow ya roll
Ice cold from my neck to my wrist
We gettin paid
On my feet i got them J's
Play with me i got them things
Red Gucci shades
Me and Jok gettin paid
Now the whole United stated
Takin pictures all day

[Hook]

Fresh pair of J's
I hit the club stuntin

With a Fresh pair of shades
Makin that money

EveryBody gettin paid
And everything lovely

And im doing my thing
My thing
My thing

[Chorus]

EveryBody like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
(Zoom) We on them dubs like (zoom)
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We walk off in the club like

[Yung Joc]
See the way i hustle
They think im Rick Ross
As soon i fuckem
Tell them hoes to get lost
A lot of niggas mad
They all pissed off
If a nigga think he bad
Tell him 'Jump' like 'Chris Cross'
I pop a couple tag
What the wrist cost
All a nigga do is
Slurg and trick
Help break us off
This my nigga Bossie
He tell you what it is
Face card good
Cuz the face card trill
If you got a problem
I suggest you head home
You in the red zone
Get ya head gone
Don't hit me on the chirp
That's the fed phone
Talkin bout the work
Nigga you dead wrong
I keep them beams
For them hoes sell em dreams
No hoes on team
I like my clothes chrisp and clean
I like my doe chrisp and greem
64 on lean
That my nigga
Get that work for them fens

[Hook]

Fresh pair of J's
I hit the club stuntin

With a Fresh pair of shades
Makin that money

EveryBody gettin paid
And everything lovely

And im doing my thing
My thing
My thing

[Chorus]

EveryBody like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
(Zoom) we on them dubs like (zoom)
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We walk off in the club like

[Lil Bossie]
I be zoomin in my drop top
Mobbin through the city
Fresh fad
Fresh J's
With two bad bitches
One named Sara
One named Tina
Together they make weather like Katrina
They a fool shawty
Red she a ruff rider
She get on back on back of that motorbike
And all you see is back on that motorbike
I drive fast car
They call me Nascar
(ya feel me)
But im in love with that Hemi
Get retared
In Farriers
I get loose in the coup
Paranoid like Pac
So i keep that glock
When i Zoom Zoom
Man after that
Lets get a room room
(i'm VIP)
I need a Dime Piece
A fine brezzy
Get on back
You can ride on the bike
Or in the 'Lac
(hum broad)
Now we got everybody zoomin
The lil kids zoomin
Look like you got a hit Boosie (yeah)

[Hook]

Fresh pair of J's
I hit the club stuntin

With a Fresh pair of shades
Makin that money

EveryBody gettin paid
And everything lovely

And im doing my thing
My thing
My thing

[Chorus]

EveryBody like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
(Zoom) we on them dubs like (zoom)
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We walk off in the club like
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH (yeah)
We in here (we in here)
Get off the peddle like
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
(Zoom) And all my gurlz like (zoom)
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
(Zoom) And all my thugs like (zoom)
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
Look at it
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom

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Lil Boosie - Zoom [Clean] Lyrics

Zoom [Clean] Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Lil' Boosie, Bad A**
Yung Joc, we got a hit, let's go, baby

Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
They on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

I'm Boosie, Bad A** and I zoom right by ya
760, patna, Krispy Kreme on the tires
Smoke that fire, purple kush by the pound
Ask my dawg Webbie, this is how it goes down

From my hood to your hood, man, we makin' money
In the club, we poppin' bottles, the room, we hittin' models
Rollin' through the bottom, all the kids hollin' Boosie
This life, a *** livin' like I'm starrin' in a movie

Fresh out the jacuzzi, lil' powder on my chest
Got 30 on my neck, Turk and Mel, just cut the check
Naw, I'm zoomin' in my Charger on them 24's
Gotta think about Big Head and Pimp, so slow your roll

Ice cold from my neck to my wrist, we gettin' paid
On my feet, I got them J's, play wit me, I got them K's
Red Gucci shades, me and Joc gettin' paid
Now the whole United States takin' pictures all day

A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin'
Wit a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money
Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely
And I'm doin' my thing, my thing, my thing

Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We walk up in the club like

You see the way I hustle, they think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I *** 'em, tell them *** to get lost
A lot of *** mad, they all pissed off
If a *** think he bad, tell him 'Jump' like Kriss Kross

I'm poppin' prison tags 'cuz the wrist cost
You can see me splurge, yeah, how to break a soft
Just ask my *** Boosie, he tell you what it is
Face card good 'cuz the face card trill

And if you gotta problem, I suggest you head home
He in the red zone, *** leave your head gone
Don't hit me on my chirp, *** that's the Fed phone
Keep talkin' 'bout the work, *** now you dead wrong

Can't believe I keep them beans for them ***
Sell 'em dreams, ain't no *** on my team
Like my clothes crispy clean
I like my dough Krispy Kreme, 64' on lean
That's my *** Mouse and Turk who got the work for the fiends

A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin'
Wit a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money
Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely
And I'm doin' my thing, my thing, my thing

Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We walk up in the club like

Man, I been zoomin' in my drop top, mobbin' through the city
Fresh fad, fresh J's wit 2 bad ***
One name Sarah, One name Tina
Together they make weather like Katrina

They a fool, shawty red, she a Ruff Ryder
She get on back of that motorbike
And all you see is back on that motorbike
I drive fast cars, they call me NASCAR
You feel me but I'm in love wit the Hummy

Get retarded in Ferraris, I get loose in the Coupe
Paranoid like Pac, so I keep that glock
When I zoom, zoom
And after that, let's get a room, room

Yeah, I need a dime piece, a fine freak, get on back
You could ride on the bike or in the 'Lac, hah, bro?
Now we got everybody zoomin'
The lil' kids zoomin', look you got a hit, Boosie

A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin'
Wit a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money
Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely
And I'm doin' my thing, my thing, my thing

Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We walk up in the club like

We in here, get off the pedal like
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
And all my girls like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
And all my thugs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

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Lil Boosie - You Don't Know My Struggle Lyrics

You Don't Know My Struggle Lyrics - Lil Boosie

[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 the truth

[Verse 1]
We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy,
Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised,
I'm that hard. Life starts from a bad
memory,Daddy loved drugs, Can't take this from
him, He loved girls. Went from neighborhood
jackas,To neighborhood stackas I-10 ridaz,to
I-10 traffickas. Imagine us in that bottom on
that PCP,Walkin' to school wit a tool, who
gon' beef wit me. Got addicted to sellin'
drugs, marijuana and coke,Momma, she washed
her hands, and let me go, the Rest you know,
I aint gotta explain, I been a mayne, Since I
went got my own now they look at me grown.
Posted up behind the Citgo (?), On Wyoming
street,Big sacks, big gats and some artillery.
All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like Junior
and B. All old niggas showed us ropes like
they picturin'(?) me.

[Chorus 4X]
U don't know my struggle,
so you cant feel my hustle

[Verse 2:]
Hard times, me and you getting' blisted
Got a dimebag, but we couldn't buy the Philly,
Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on
the special. So we got drunk, snatched purses,
Mayne it's whatever. Old niggas tried to
shortstop, we ballerblocked, fuck it. Got a
big knot,now I'm thuggin' wit a big ugly
somethin',on my waistline, bouncin' thru the
southside... Back then, it was straight gin,
dickies, and cowhides. You aint from our side,
we bustin' at ya, that's the
rules.. Used to be deep, now we down to just a
few. Mayne, I'm talkin' bout them lonely
nights me and My Homie on the flight sneakin
thru hoes window, Robbin' niggas for indo.
Runnin wit nothin but hard Heads, like Fry
thang and Kevin. Goin' to clubs reppin',
Hollin' "Fuck goin' to Heaven", cause I'm out
chea, Look like my luck fucked up, and I done
lost a lotta Niggas, so my trust fucked up,
mayne.

[Chorus (4X)]

[Verse 3:]
Sittin' nites, need my medicine and my
needles, All the Bondsmen. Keepin' it gutta
wit my people. The thug life, back to back
catchin misdemeanors.. The drug life, servin'
junkies in front the cleaners. The hospitals,
nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit,
My momma preachin', but Boosie boo don't wanna
Hear it (hard head). You know they say I was
dead, two shots up in my head. Some say I OD'd
off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma
died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas
hate, but I don't drive by, I walk to ya. High
school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo.. dusted and
disgusted tryna make it til tomorrow. When I
borrowed, I gave back When it was beer time,
I made stacks, 110 to 150 I shake that. The
baby momma drama make me wanna holla, plus I
lost all my ghetto role models, This my
struggle mayne.!!

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Lil Boosie - You Aint My Friend Lyrics

You Aint My Friend Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Frieeends...
How many of us have them... Oh yeah
Friends... How many of us have them... ohh uhh... ohh ohhh

(Chorus)x2
You aint my wodie
You aint my round
You aint my Thug Nigga til da end...
What happened to da friends we coulda been
When I was down u aint even come around(round)

Look, look
Tryna keep it guudda but friends got me on my numbas,
Standin frontin and you aint payin imma fuckin
Ya stupid motha fucka,
Always thought that I was playin,
Now I gotta cut ya loose and letcha roam on the land,
It's time to be a grown man I caint hold ya hand,
Look I had love for ya people I hope they understand,
I did all I can,
When you went to jail I
Bent over backwards for ya still aint
I coulda fucked yo main bitch but I had love for ya,
If ya got some gangsta shit Lil Quick was quick ta bust for ya,
Kick up dust for ya even put on cuffs for ya,
I hate to say it but now it's tough love for ya,
I aint gone let this money change me,
You did it to ya self you aint gotta explain ta me(explain ta me),
I'm tryna send this message to my ghetto people,
Neva eva bite da hand that feed ya.

(Chorus)x2
You aint my wodie
You aint my round
You aint my Thug Nigga til da end...
What happened to da friends we coulda been
When I was down u aint even come around(round)

(Boosie)
Say dawg look,
You caint lie,
I held it down through da thick and thin,
If I fuck witchu I'm like chucky friends til da end,
Ya meals at my house,
When I think about what happened tears wanna come out,
I've bent my back and been a hunded witcha,
If ya had pussy problems I used ta run it witcha,
Look what greed done a nigga,
So many friends in da wind since da money came,
Caint stand ta see me do my thang and that's a fuckin shame,
I gave my last,
The first time ya asked,
Momma like this fuckin heart gone get me zipped up in a bodybag,
Whateva happened to the real G(the real G),
Who do life in da pen 'fo they let they fuckin stripes bleed,
We livin in da last days,
New friends uhh uhh,
Cuz badass been betrayed,
So treat 'em like slaves Father God punish them,
For punishin me,
Had me thinkin

(Chorus)x2
You aint my wodie
You aint my round
You aint my Thug Nigga til da end...
What happened to da friends we coulda been
When I was down u aint even come around(round)

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Lil Boosie - Wipe Me Down Lyrics

Wipe Me Down Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Feat. Webbie & Foxx)

Hey!
Mr.wipe down in dis biatch down ya heard me Foxx-a-million
This one be the reeemix!
Badazz, Savage life, Foxx-a-million
Man you already know what it is ya heard me
We still on, we still ridin on chrome, we still pullin up

Verse 1 (Foxx)
I pull up at the club VIP gas tank on E but all drinks on me (wipe me down)
Fresh kicks fresh white tall tee fresh NFL hat fresh bauds wit the crease (wipe me down)
Pussy niggas wanna hit me wit they heat, real recognize real real niggaz gon speak (wipe me down)
Jiggalatin I been rollin bout a week you can tell i got cake by the diamonds in my teeth (wipe me down)
Black shades so you know a nigga rollin they ain't check me at the door so ain't no tellin what im holdin (wipe me down)
Bad bitches they gon bust it wide open niggas flashin they lil bread but im the nigga they approachin (wipe me down)
Small niggas tall figures yall niggas crowd niggas we gon get mac elevens and maul niggas (wipe me down)
Yall niggas call niggas but my niggas all killas get ya issue and whoever fall wit ya

Chorus
Cuz im on (wipe me down)(8x)
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 caramel all of em stop and stare all of em try and steal my underwear (wipe me down)
I like to floss like Rick Ross got a hit called set it off when i sing it everybody set it off (wipe me down)
Black mink damn im on play wit me i bust ya dome 8 whips on chrome you can gon (wipe me down)
Fresh fade fresh j's on the corner playin spades im an ordinary person but im paid (wipe me down)
Foxx flippin Webbie smokin and we chokin on a whole pound of purple famous lik tha ninja turtles (wipe me down)
Just left New York City hooked up wit P. Diddy finna blow past 50 you gon have (wipe me down)
We the best im a fool im the hemi man red light green light yellow light get it man

Chorus

Verse 3 (Webbie)
Hot drop drop top top drop hoes drop it like it's hot yea nigga im the shit (wipe me down)
You see this ice on my wrist how it glist soon as the light hit you can't lie the ice sick (wipe me down)
Purple got me smellin funky red monkey 500 dollars on em you ain't seen these yet (wipe me down)
Beatin you can hear me way around the corner paint wet wit the 24's on em that's bet (wipe me down)
Ol lady's baby momma's few fiance's niggas wife savage life who i'm gonna fuck next (wipe me down)
And i use the life style or the magnum or the trojan or go head and use the barrel of the tech (wipe me down)
Man this chain hit me for a couple grand oh no i ain't complainin just watch how you wipe my chest (wipe me down)
A bad bitch wanted me to stay lil longer i put that dick up on her but i had a flight to catch (wipe me down)

(Foxx)
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes (8x)

Chorus

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Lil Boosie - Why You Thug Me Like Dat Lyrics

Why You Thug Me Like Dat Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Now I promise you 2 cum home at nite Yea rite,
I promise you 2 always treat you rite yea rite,
I promise 2 be down 4 you n never cheat but when I'm wit a dime piece
I can see dem tears flying down yo cheek,
Y you thug me like dat cuz I'm thug'd.
I startin pullin away 4rm girls when we start falling in love.
Was go take you on a cruise but I change my mind.
I always promise you the movies but I have no time.
I'm wit my niggaz half the day n she aint feeling dat.
Y she at home cooking n cleaning I'm getting stacks.
She love a nigga but I be damn if she trust a nigga.
But the sex still a 10 when we fucking nigga. N she like:
Y u thug me like dat? I swear 2 GOD I don't mean 2,
Sometimes I feel like I don't need you. [REPEAT 4X]

Now I promise not leave ya pussy wet yea rite,
I promise you 2 show you sum respect yea rite,
I guess I live the life of a super star driving all dez fancy cars,
N real talk man I can have any broad. Plus I hate 2 see you crying, I hate 2 tell you lies, that's y deep inside she be like y you thug me like dat. It's just in me, been doing girls wrong since I stepped off in McKinley. Hate 2 put my hands on ya cuz I feel bad. I wear a rubber when I'm fucking but you don't feel dat. They got a lot of women wrong, got a lot of women strong. But when you got a super star you gotta hold on. Super star go try 2 fuck all dez hoes yea rite, but when they zip down them bauds everything alright. My nigga bleek he like: GO HOME 2 YO OL' LADY, SHE CATCH YO ASS SLIPPING SHE GO BUST DAT 380.
Y u thug me like dat?
I swear 2 GOD I don't mean 2, sometimes I feel like I don't need you. [REPEAT 4X]

Look this how I play it,
If I ever fuck with ya,
Ima fuck another girl see if you go fuck another nigga.
Y you thugging like dat.
Cuz I'm boosie badass,
If she don't suck it I act mad,
I can't do nothing but laugh.
I made the girls cook 4 me n don't even cum by,
Hope this dirty shit don't cum back on Tarlasia n Ivy.
I make the girls pussy wet when I look in they eyes
So boosie never surprised when he get in them thighs.
I got my heart broke at 14, that was way way back.
So all the girls after that, it was straight pay back.
I like 2 lay back n take trips n dress you up,
But when you start mouthing off you messing up.
So shut it up. Would you forgive a real nigga answer that?
Would you still be with him answer that.
If he had another baby put you in a situation
Would you forgive him or leave him n hate him.
Y u thug me like dat? I swear 2 GOD I don't mean 2,
Sometimes I feel like I don't need you. [REPEAT 4X]

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Lil Boosie - Who Can Love U Lyrics

Who Can Love U Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Who gon love you like me (nobody)
Who gon do you like me (nobody)
Who gon kiss you like me (nobody)
Who gon freak you like me (nobody)

Yeaahh now I'm a put it on you you you
Now I'm a put it on you you you [x3]

[Lil Boosie:]
Now from the introduction badass he had you blushin
My first discussin was strictly if all this body touchin
Kissin and huggin she fillin her head in the pillow
I kiss her tattoo on her back and stroke up on that cat
And I put it on her from the wall to the bed
Fine red she starrin she gon hit me with that head (yea)
She comin I'm comin we both close our eyes
She call me rollercoaster she love to take a ride
She ain met nobody yet that could last long
Sometimes I need ex just to last longer
And I feind for and part of mind stay on her
Put her body in a coma

Who gon love you like me (nobody)
Who gon do you like me (nobody)
Who gon kiss you like me (nobody)
Who gon freak you like me (nobody)

Yeaahh now I'm a put it on you you you
Now I'm a put it on you you you [x3]

We rub noses like dogs then we go in heat
Curress your thighs and your feet ain't nobody like me

Who gon beat it (nobody)
Who gon treat you like I treat you (nobody)
Eat you like me (nobody)

Love it when she text and tell me that that thang wet
I text her back I'm caught in traffic but I'm comin to satis that
You kiss my chest, grab my back and pull me deeper in her
She catch two I catch three now I'm sleepin in her
Up in vegas makin babies on the balcony
Thick, fine and I ain't lien her mind a masterpiece
Whoever after me gon have to lick that asshole and do a lil bit more cause I caused her passion feet

Who gon love you like me (nobody)
Who gon do you like me (nobody)
Who gon kiss you like me (nobody)
Who gon freak you like me (nobody)

Yeaahh now I'm a put it on you you you
Now I'm a put it on you you you [x3]

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Lil Boosie - When You Gonna Drop Lyrics

When You Gonna Drop Lyrics - Lil Boosie

[Intro:]
I'm tired of all these bitch ass niggas askin me when I'm gon drop.
I got you niggas now. Say Mel and T gon get this shit pressed up (uh huh ) Im Ready!
(I'm ready) Cuz I'm tired of these niggas askin me.

[Chorus:]

They like look Boosie when you gon drop, why not Boosie is ya gon flop nigga, un un.
Boosie where been nigga I been on the block at studios, sellin blocks, whateva it takes to make a knot.

[Boosie:]
I aint fuckin wit this dubin shit the whole world lovin this
Bow down and suck this dick you are the rap fuckin trick
14 15 I told that I had a dream
16 17 I was sellin crack to crack fiens
I live this shit so get it right
My phone wont let me sleep at night
My razor phone is prepaid
Them nextels they like AIDS
They Dangerous, They Gangsterous like all my niggas who hang wit us
All my niggas who bang wit us well Trill Entertainment change wit us
I made you wait until the winter now I got you cold
2006 I'm in this bitch now I got control
Gucci shades that's what I floss wit
My bitch don't window shop she go in and shop for raw shit
I told her outside fuck this
Lets him wit a double hit
Me and Lil Weebie we drop more hits that snoop dog and Ludacris
You aint heard about this Boosie shit open ya ears
When ya open ya ears welcome to phil nigga
Man I been hot sellin out the stores
But always lose my CEO's
Love to fuck wit gangsters I don't affiliate wit hoes
First I got to do my promo shows that gon be hell
Gotta do my interview like 50 that gon make Lil B sell
Gotta ease my mind in wit Reese Keese down ATL
Gotta leave the work to B and Trayl for the judge send me to jail
Im thugged out but you can't tell
Was drugged out now I'm mell
Don't smoke nuttin don't drank nuttin
You play me I'm gon swang sumthin
Since been gon my feelings gone
Mane they did my nigga wrong
If you thank you the sickest
Confess and say you did it
This album gon be the sickest
That's on my pops
He put that dang-a-lang in my momma 9 months later I drop
He told neva smoke rock
Told me how he hate cops
He watchin ova be the bad azz drop
Here go bad azz pops

Daddy watch ova me the bad azz drop and mama aint gotta work no more belive that..

[Chorus:]
They like look Boosie when you gon drop, why not Boosie is ya gon flop nigga, un un.
Boosie where been nigga I been on the block at studios, sellin blocks, whateva it takes to make a knot.

They like look Boosie when you gon drop, why not Boosie is ya gon flop nigga, un un.
Boosie where been nigga I been on the block at studios, sellin blocks, whateva it takes to make a knot.

[Verse 2:]
I sick of a nigga wit a 100 bricks
Watch Lil Boosie runnin shit
We dick hoes down for hours
While you one niggas comin quick
We flip these hoes like dominos
Niggas betta hide your hoes
We snatch yall hoes out Magic City
And make them hoes get ratchet wit it
Im dickin dickin down south new makeova
And niggas ********* Lousiana takeova
And like Hova Im versitile
Real niggas gon retire
Im be like George Clinton round this bitch spitin that 45
Wit this little light of mine
Ima shine
You aint got be featured on my tape I don't need you niggas anyway
All my hoes thong drop
Yea I take they thong off
"Boosie when yo album drop?"
As soon as ya finish swallin
Im finished thank you
Pull yo draws up on yo waist
Wipe that shit up out yo face
And lets go get an Outback Steak
Cuz Bad Azz don dropped today
This wat you gon snatch today
This the sickest dub edition since Tupac don passed away
So you aint gotta ask today
When I'm comin Is you followin
This bitch in done wit so ask about the Golden Child
Big stacks Im holdin now
Big Gaks Im buss em
Big nights I fuck em, hand cuff em, cuz I don't trust em
2004 I was ballin woah did you see the DVD
I can hear Pimp C hollin bout "look at me look at me"
Im the spices in the gumbo
Im the fries at popeyes
I aint retarted Im retunto
Compared to no nigga at all
Cuz Im a dog
In the rock Ima Pit
And I stoppin for shit Im full blooded
All my niggas go fearless from New York to Philly
From Detroit to my State
In Florida Ima heavyweight
In Georgia got real estate
California affilinate
Jackson Mississippi got my back like that's my livin state
Saint Louis and Mobile they clock steel and pop pills
Savannah Georgia they K kill can forget about J-ville
A-town and D-town they grab keys like rebounds
Arkansas is stright rage
They shoot niggas on stage
Fear payed and chess say
I end you fuckin career nigga
Hit you wit they steel nigga you wont feel that pill nigga
Cant no rappa fuckin wit me
Hit ya from my way look like Tim Donkey Tong and Parker in my new Genobe
Ask about me if you don't know me and that's off the top
He watchin ova me the bad ass drop here go bad azz pop!

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Lil Boosie - What About Me Lyrics

What About Me Lyrics - Lil Boosie

(Intro)
This how they got me feeling right now, look, nigga what about...me, what about boo.

(1st Verse)
They holla juvy,they holla jigga,they holla t.i.p
they holla akon,and j-kwon but what about me
they youngbloodz and young gunz, but boosie
he buss guns and spit it to his love ones,look
they holla usher and that lil jon shit,
they holla i smoke i drank but i made that bitch
they holla manny, baby, wayne, and geezy
dont nobody holla boosie like nobody dont believe me
what about eazy-e, yea he fading for sheezy
what about aaliyah, what about soulja, what about o.d.b
what about dmc, the addidas on ya feet, g-nikes to gain ya height
but me i keep it G, what about c-loc, when i new i was cold
i was that nigga on the camp like i was 10 years old
they holla flip, they holla mike jones, they holla bone crusher
that reese and big song and i made headbusser,nigga what about...me

(Chorus)
Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me

(2nd Verse)
They holla petey pablo, and the rest of that shit
they holla puff but im on that deathrow shit
im on that never seen a man cry till you seen a man die
that real faith shit that make you go spray shit
they holla romeo and bow wow but what about lil boosie
i want to star up in a movies with hoes in a jacuzzi
i want to fuck with free and aj and freestyle with tigger
blow doe wit beanie siegel ride low in q regal
im thuggin and them major labels know that
so they figure if they sign me one year later i'll have a toe tag,look
they holla banner, they holla mase, and they holla trick
but i know somebody know something that boosie shit
this aint no beef song, this what i see when bet on
and mtv on im peeping ya holmes
hollering out lean back and lovers and friends
but the hardest song to hit the streets was "nigga then", nigga what about...me

(Chorus)
Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me

(3rd Verse)
Im trillville my damn self, im a one man army like russel simmons and def
got people rubbing they hair, i still aint forgave myself
im feeling like tip, im tired of niggas in the cage im feeling like pimp
yaw niggas listening to these rappers,they lieing
dont think cause this nigga swole bruh, that this nigga soilder
these niggas telling lies to ya, so april fools
if you dont bump boo then the jokes on you
2 line crew, they started all that nasty shit
and buck down he started all that nasty bitch
tupac, told you bout the fucking guns,jigga, told ya how to put the work in the can and...run
they holla skip and wacko, but them niggas they thug though
and youngbuck i got love for, but what about...me

(Outro)
They gone feel this bitch here, all across the world,nigga what about...me

(Chorus)
Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me

(Outro)
Say mane, i be feeling like, you know what im saying, somebody,somewhere,gotta be hearing me, i should have been blowed up, i know im rawwa than alot of these niggas out here,thank a nigga hating somewhere, i dont know what it is, ima keep it gutta though, im wildin out, nigga what about...me

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Lil Boosie - Undeniable Talent Lyrics

Undeniable Talent Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Verse 1: Boosie bad azz (boss)
HB (hatchboy)
Bloodline (we do this nigga)
Po' up nigga... ni... ni... ni

Wake up and smell the coffee it's a new nigga in town
Gotta shake dem haters off me you know how boosie get down
And I'm anti-social nigga, don't fuck with nun of u clowns
U play so games nigga? well I gotta hundred sum' rounds
I drop hit afta hit (Whann) and it's amazin'
Jump off in that coogi now lil boosie in a matrix
Ask about me nigga, I live this
If it's comin' out my mouth, it's some real shit
A soulja but not like soulja boy, I can't dance
Cus I keep a big knot in my pants straight up
U want som big shit? (call me) som beef shit? (call me)
My dawg, it's easy to see

I got undeniable talent
I'm a fool with dis rappin'

Undeniable talent

When I step off in the room, it's a full moon
The lights on if I got my ice on.
Lookin like a kingpin, jewelry like slick rick
Keyshia cole seen me, she said "boosie that's too much shyt"
Boosie he be thuggin, hat to the back
Rollin' through the trap with the strap in my lap
Peter pan fit, my favorite color green
When the cameras say action, you see sum shyt u never seen
Bad bitches love me, dey wanna rip me out the frame
And I make they pussy jump out they drawers into my hands
Got my name on my chain, let u know it's me
I-10 on my neck as a memory
2 cars deep, and den dat chain in dat gt
But I'll be damn if dat money gone change me
Uncle tell em' I'm a beast (ha ha ha)

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Lil Boosie - U Ain't Bout What U Be Talkin' Bout Lyrics

U Ain't Bout What U Be Talkin' Bout Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Verse#1: u aint bout dat murda murda shit u aint down to lose yo cool an go and hurt a bitch we got da hook up on den rentals now we murkin shit pen it up spend it up and let dat 30 spit bitch do u want yo fuckin family in black clothes da bitches in black dresses da niggaz in black bo's you aint kno im cut throat canival im a bottom boi suvivor sip syrip n smoke fire and im wilder dan a average thug im hard headed my mama told me dat and u gotta be real all diz drama showed me dat lose ya mind if u want to i got a click of real niggaz who gone stomp u and want u to be hollin bout dat iron day n we gon hit yo street tonight not da next day dat nigga dont worry bout dat dey gon get wat dey deserve off dat we gone cut down day whole curve off dat

Chrous:u aint bout wat u be talkin bout u aint ready 4 yo mama to be walkin out in fact at church wit all yo people cryin hollin bout y u had to take my son datz wat dem choppaz bout (2 times)

Verse #2 (webbie): You aint really bout dat shit u be talkin so stop all dat talkin u heard stop all dat talkin and walkin if u gone serve me den serve me and im lil trill entertainment so know 1 thang i aint worried cuz my family do damage business and handle this murda niggaz sweeter dan skittles so dey spittin in rittles and dat lil shit dat u spittin gon have u sleep in hospitals and if u beef wit my niggas look we gone really squad up from choppaz to a 6 bitch u cant avoid u rappin bout smokin dat killa dont even smoke killa even if u did i wouldn't even smoke wit ya you bitch you fraud fake you mothafuckin flu pussy all wet ya fuckin booty all loose you and den otha niggaz duck duck goose under da throw back jersey da best bullet proofgangsta shit jump off boy u kno you finna run out close yo fuckin mouth 4 i rip yo damn tounge out.

(Say Chorus 2 Times)

verse #3:uaintboutunderniggas house like a mouse and you light his ass up when he come out we get sick wit it you heard about lil trell guned down when he wuz 12 every since den it been hell webbie and dey dont live like we live dey dont deal like we deal like we deal dey aint real like we real look im form dat track like da bottom of dat ssb what eva you call it dat shit lives in me my niggas kill 4 free like lil trell on da love and my niggas aint my equal and dey hatin on diz lil thug a lot of niggaz scared of yall but not me diz 4 dem niggaz in da rap game who not me but cant stop me and my possie is full of thugz like head bussa baby junior and my nigga jug we dumpin slugz on da enemy i thought you wuz my closest friend but now you just a friend of me and diz fuckin penatentry make niggaz thank dey real and when dey get out dey got a nerve to pop a pill and lil kill they aint bout what dey be talkin bout

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Lil Boosie - Trend Setter Lyrics

Trend Setter Lyrics - Lil Boosie

[Intro:]
Trend setter number 1 and a mother fuckin fifth
Ever since I was four no one could do me better
My auntie Burty told me trend setter
From my waist to my fade how I rock that
I'm a star so you ain't wrong if you copy that, copy cat
I was the first nigga riding these
No joke a hundred forty four smoke we in the tightest of the fire cat
Right before that I put you on a throw back
I taught you how to sag yo balls, taught you how to pull the four
Got the world riden chargers with door up
I show my hood how to get money and fold down and fold up
First nigga in the city with the Bentley couple
First with the charger gon be the first with the Camaro to
I started niggas putting cars up in lines
Now you see these niggas acting pushing 6 at time
Respect my mind I'm a fuckin trend setter
From my ride to my fuckin levy's, no one is better

[Chorus:]
Trend setters go get her everyday I breathe
Superstar so you ain't wrong if you copy me
Same shoes same shirt but you can't fuck with me
Copy cat if they tryna pass baby's [x2]

[Bridge:]
Copy catter, copy catter, copy catter
If they tryna pass ecstasy
And that's me, they are [x2]

Copy catter, copy catter, copy catter
If they tryna pass ecstsasy
And that's me

[Verse 2:]
Boosie cutem on the cool, but niggas print it out
But I still wear it out, shit is street
I started nigga putting names on they grill
Chains with the name, TV screens in that lime green paint
Oh I been there and done that
Showed every nigga in my circle how to rock it up and make it come back
And they got ratchet and he do his thang
Got every nigga in every city want a interstate chain
But not like me
Follow me cause I'm a real nigga
Leader of the rat pack since a lil nigga
How you gon talk about LRG
When I get my LRG freaks out the bronxx
From my peepes from the west to the east {New York}
I'm the animal and the king
And everybody hollerin yaayy yuhh
What the fuck are you gon do now
Buy a shirt just like him
Smoke some purp just like him, ha-ha
But you can't rock a concert like him

[Chorus:]
Trend setters go get her everyday I breathe
Superstar so you ain't wrong if you copy me
Same shoes same shirt but you can't fuck with me
Copy cat if they tryna pass baby

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Lil Boosie - Top Notch Lyrics

Top Notch Lyrics - Lil Boosie

[Chorus:]
Top notch whips that's
What I drive
24 inches rims & tires
Hatin ass niggas can't believe they eyes
They starin me down, And I don't know 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 whip on that good drink from texas
Got everybody lookin' like a nigga butt naked
Please be good cause it could go down
Mr. Baton Rouge, I hold the streets crown
I feel it with gas, keep it clean as my ass
If I'm in that yellow thing I got on yellow to match
I would name my cars, but I ain't got time
Just got my fresh fade, check out my line
Ol' lady cross the street like "ain't that conley boy"
"That boy be on TV too, ain't that the same boy" (yea)
Fillin even better when I look in the mirror
Diamonds on my teeth when I'm smiling at the niggas
From the car lot, to the rim shop we crawl & we creep
Southside young beast that's how I come on these streets

[Chorus]

[Lil' Phat:]
Look, I got a jag and it's sleepin on duces
Funeral home my whips up my whip game stupid
I'm in the back seat, I'm in the back seat
At the light, Open the door, showin my ass
You know how phat be
Impala drop on shontaez
O it's the dumb way
Lil Mama takin pictures she saw me on
Rip the runway
Shinin got my neck right
Shinin got my mouth right
Ankles braclets in dimes so
Shinin got my walk right
I use 2's by 2's
Like I'll you stupid
Tiolet paper niggas streets up,
When It's time for me to use it
Take a picture of my hair cut
My steve harvey look right on
Yea I know you see the ice
I'm on they cut the light on me
Gucci bag 50 grand in it
Look don't put yo hands in it
Do it the dummy way
You Catch me doin my dance with it
Lil' Phat young boss if you don't know me
Ain't no waitin, Ain't no thinkin
Nigga You gone have to show me

[Chorus]

[Mouse:]
(Why Why Hmm)
B.O. what these niggas mad at me for
Frowned up lookin cry baby like T.O.
Don't blame me nigga, blame my C-E-O
He want to take a trip, To the money Let's G-O
I got black women, white women,
Asain & creol
Pretty face, pretty feet, no corned foot fritos
See Mouse like cheese so my nick name cheetos
Fuck a favor, Or a hand out, Ain't shit free hoe
I hop up out the chevy?, wildin full of cenotes
Yo baby momma & my friend wanna have a trio
When I work that lumber an huh yea she no
I beat that pussy up (beat it up) like deebo
Hold up, damn nigga why you hatin on me dough
I see it in yo face and I could read ya like cleo
Every Everybody know, we don't keep it on D-Low
Trill ENT yea a nigga know how we roll

[Chorus]

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Lil Boosie - Thug In My Life Lyrics

Thug In My Life Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Thug in my Life

[Talking]
Attention ladies I'm tired of playin
Why the fuck you tryin fuck when you know you gotta man
Wonder if my girl like that thank about it
That's what got me packin and I'm out it
Lets go

[Verse one]
She keep on askin me bout hoes everyday
But I'm comin home to you so fuck what these hoes say
But it's time to go
So now I'm searchin at the club
So I can find somebody just like me a straight thug
With a heart of a winner who fix me breakfast for dinner
Who won't fuss when I get home just let go up in her
That's what I'm lookin for
A girl who far from a rookie bra
But she gotta be raw so all my haters could look at her
So thru the door came this click of lil cuties
And I was hopin one of them would like to get with lil 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 ain't gotta be my wife
Just hold me down when it's tight
And we gone ride on first class
And you ain't gotta be afraid
Anything you want you ask

[Verse two]
Now on the first day she told me
That we could only be friends
Say she was hurt once before by this lil nigga with ends
Ran into me bout her problems as she lay on the pillow
Told me how her momma died and how her pops was a killer
Told me how she lost her virgin to this nigga who lied
Broke her heart told her he loved her just to get up inside
That's when we went on a ride to New Orleans
I made her smile the whole time
I laced a bottle with wine and told her this is how it should be
And asked her can have her heart she said could be
I told her bout my lifetime that's when she started to cry
Told me she coulnd't believe that I was walkin the life
I told all I want from her is her heart
Don't worry bout the sex we can do that when you want start
She ain't want to go home so I let her stay with me
And whispered in her ear right before she lay to sleep

[Chorus: repeat]

[Verse three]
As time went on we got on (we got on)
Now three months later we majoring back and forth to Las Vegas
Smokin on Garcia Vega and my hoes mad
I told them get they shit together now they see all leather
On my wrist is the better see my bitch bout whatever
And she was taught by ?Torrance? so she was taught by the devil
Wasn't no thug when I met her but I seen it up in her
But she love my thug pleasures so I got me a winner
Breakfast or dinner she happy for a thug on time
And when we fuckin she be screamin like I'm touchin her spine
I know I'm touchin her mind cause she ain't never had a thug
Who fucked in a suit over the city in a tub
And money don't change her
She stay the same thru thick and thin
Kept her pussy in her draws when I went off to the pen
That's why I depend she more than a friend
She the one who took the charge when the do' got kicked in
Ya heard me

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Lil Boosie - They Dykin Lyrics

They Dykin Lyrics - Lil Boosie

LIL BOOSIE - They Diking

[Chorus:]
Bossie Bad Ass And 95% Of These Hoes Out There...
Yea They Diking... Yea They Dikin...
I Got Ma Bitch Up In The Room And Im Finna Rip Her Ass Apart Brung Ma Other Bitch in and Made Her Eat Her In The Dark Now She Diking.. Now She Dikin..

Check This Out...
Two Red bones Kissin In Da Bak Seat [4x]
Girl don't Stop Keep Going And Relax Me
You Want Me To Join In Then Ask Me.
I Like Girls Who Like Girls That Attract Me
Her And Her Friend Got Drunk And She Made A Move She Lick A Gurl On Her Stomach And She Couldnt Refuse Now She Confused 'cause She Like Niggas Too. You Bisexual But it's Cool. She Made A Promise To Her Girl That She wouldn't Tell Nobody One Got Her Hair Cut Off Now T
Hey can't Hide It Now They Dikin They Liking They Play With The Bath Before They Go To Sleep They Lock Up Like Crab.

[Chorus:]
I Got My Bitch In The Room In Finna Rip Her Ass Apart But My Other Bitch Her She Made Her Eat Her In The Dark Now They Diking They Liking.
And Her Friend Got Drunk Went To An Afterparty Couldnt Find No Niggars So They Both Got Retarded Now They Dikin They Liking. [x2]

That Bad Ass Got That Jacob Go Tick Tock 30 Hoes In The Pool All Of Em Flip Flop One Of My Hoes Turn Dike I Had To Ask Her She Like Women Know What Women Want And that's A Passion. In Tennesee Man I Ran Into Some Bad Hoes She Turn The Girl On Her Back And Lick
Ed Her Asshole In High School They Were Diking They Wuznt Playin At All They Damn Near Turned Out Everybody That Play Basketball But I Aint Got No Problem I Savage Yall And Im A Real Ass Nigga I Aint Mad At Yall And If Boosie Was A Preacher Ide Marry Yall And
Sneak Up On A 100 More So I Can Have All.

[Chorus] [2x]

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Lil Boosie - They Dicking Lyrics

They Dicking Lyrics - Lil Boosie

[Chorus:]
Bossie Bad Ass And 95% Of These Hoes Out There.. Yea They Diking..Yea They Dikin..I Got Ma Bitch Up In The Room And Im Finna Rip Her Ass Apart But Ma Other Bitch Here Made Her Eat Her In The Dark Now She Diking.. Now She Dikin..

[Verse 1]
Check This Out...Two Red Bones Kissin In Da Bak(Repeat 4)Girl Dont Stop Keep Going And Relax Me..You Want Me To Join In Then Ask Me. I Like Girls Who Like Girls That Attract Me.. And Her Friend Got Drunk And She Made A Move She Lick A Gurl On Her Stomach And She Couldnt Refuse Now She Confused Cuz She Like Niggas Too. You Bisexual But Its Cool. She Made A Promise To Her Girl That She Wouldnt Tell Nobody One Got A Haircut Oh Now They Cant Hide It Now They Dikin They Liking They Play With Theself Before They Go To Sleep They Lock Up Like Crab.

[Chorus:]
I Got My Bitch In The Room In Finna Rip Her Ass Apart But My Other Bitch Her She Made Her Eat Her In The Dark Now They Diking They Liking.
And Her Friend Got Drunk Went To An Afterparty Couldnt Find No Niggars So They Both Got Retarded Now They Dikin They Liking. [x2]

Yea Bad Ass Got A Jacob Gold Tink Top Dirty Hoes In The Pool All With Flip Flops One Of My Hoes Turn Dike I Had To Ask Her She Like Women Know What Women Want And Thats The Past. In Tennesee I Ran Into Some Bad Hoes She Turn The Girl On Her Back And Licked Her Asshole In High School They Were Diking They Played It All They Got And Turned On Everybody That Played Basketball But I Aint Got No Problem I Savage Yall And Im A Real Ass Niggar I Aint Mad At Yall And If Bossie Was A Preacher Ide Marry Yall And Sneak Up On A 100 More So I Can Have All.

[Chorus X2]

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Lil Boosie - They Be On A Nigga Lyrics

They Be On A Nigga Lyrics - Lil Boosie

B(B)-O(O)-S(S)-I(I)-E(E) that's Me
Fresh Cut Shined Up Bones, (Shine Em Up)
Throw Backs And Girbaud (I Got Them Bauds)
New Whips On 24's (Duece 4's)
And I'm About To Hop On Them Hoes (Yeah)
They Be On A Nigga, Yeah They Want A Nigga [X4]

Look Just Got My Hair Cut, Just Put My Rims
Just Got My Throw Back Out The Closet (Ooooo) That Jim Brow
I Got Prolinthasensce I Got Some Creasy Jeans
And On My Feet I Got Some Reeboks Straight From New Orleans
Pc Jane Hang, 4 12's Bang
A Bad Bitch Up On My Side And She Givin Brain
I Went To S Son Got Filled Up On Real Stuff, On Top Of That I'm Grilled Up
Hoes Hollin Out The Window, Boosie Pass Me That Indo
I Told Her Slow Down Lil Mama Look Cause We Ain't Ken Folk
They Be On A Nigga, Yeah They Want A Nigga,
They Gone Take Lil Boosie Home And Act A Donkey Wit Em
Show Me That Thong And It's On
Give Me That Head And Get Bread
I Like Em Black Caramel And Red Look
And Mr Officer Mr Officer Would You Please Get These Dog Hoes Off Of Us

Fresh Cut Shined Up Bones, (Shine Em Up)
Throw Back And Girbaud (I Got Them Bauds)
New Whips On 24's (Duece 4's)
And I'm About To Hop On Them Hoes (Yeah)
They Be On A Nigga, Yeah They Want A Nigga [X4]

You Betta Keep Yo Girl Inside, Cause Girls Fuckin Niggas Drive 745
Girls Love Niggas Drive 745,And Ya Right And Ya Hustle And Ya Know Ya Finna Bubba
I Know I'm Bout That Trouble Nigga So I Don't Trip,
I Got Shoes On My Whip And They Walkin Like The Crips
Hair Cut Like Steve Harvey Blow Weed Like Bob Marley
Imma Business Man Ask My Brother Takari
I Got A Closet Full Of Gear I Got Em All In My House
I Got Yo Rent Note Yo Car Note All Up In My Mouth
I Be In Thighs Be In Jeans And 112 Up In The A
She A Fine Thick Fella And I Call Her Cup Cake
I'm A Beastand Don't You Think
Just Cause Bosie Wearin Pink I Won't Come From Under This Mink And Leave You Leakin Like Ink Nigga
Now Back To The Topic Niggas Now How I'm Rockin
Leave Yo Girl At Home Fa Lil Bosie Become Yo Problem
Friday Got On My Glasses Saturday Got On My Classics
Holidays Ain't Got On No Shirt I'm Straight Actin
Friday Got On My Glasses Saturday Got On My Classics
Holidays Ain't Got On No Shirt I'm Straight Actin

Fresh Cut Shined Up Bones, (Shine Em Up)
Throw Back And Girbaud (I Got Them Bauds)
New Whips On 24's (Duece 4's)
And I'm About To Hop On Them Hoes (Yeah)
They Be On A Nigga, Yeah They Want A Nigga [X4]

I Must Be The Greatest Cause I'm Loved By The Ladies,
Throw Back From 80's Got These Girls Gone Crazy,
Look Here Lift Up That Shirt And Let Me See Somethin,
Huh Breh, She Lookin Like She Wanna Freak Somethin,
I'm On The Yard Trien To Snatch Me A Nerd,
Got They Eyes Like Smokey As I'm Turnin The Curb
Cause They Don't Like Me, They Wanna Fight Me
Cause I Wear Mitchell Ns And They Wear White Tees Get Ya Money Up
Get Ya Money Up that's Wat Make The Honeys Come If Ya Broke All The Time Man Ain't No Girls Gone Wanna Fuck
Look And Fa Me I'm The Sickest And Yeah It's A Line
Girls Sendin Naked Pictures Of They Fuckin Behind
Cause My Car I Got Blind And I'm Thuggin These Hoes
My Braclet Watch Chain And My Ring Rose Gold
You Can Catch Mepowin 4's In Da Club Wit My Homie
Hoes Pullin On A Nigga Like He Kobe Damn

Fresh Cut Shined Up Bones, (Shine Em Up)
Throw Backs And Girbaud (I Got Them Bauds)
New Whips On 24's (Duece 4's)
And I'm About To Hop On Them Hoes (Yeah)
They Be On A Nigga, Yeah They Want A Nigga [X4]

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Lil Boosie - That's What They Like Lyrics

That's What They Like Lyrics - Lil Boosie

[Bridge:]
Dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh
Dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh
Dats what they like
Oh u like that huh
Dats what they like

[Verse 1:]
Lil nigga big name, big watch, and big chain,
Big o big earrings, blang dats what they like
Oh she like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
Paint drips, big whips, big dawgs wit dem big chips
Dem big guns dem big clips
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
Candy paint, sippin syrup, 26's on the curb
Whole click flippin birds (girl)
And u like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
Dolla signs, rubba bands roun cash
Mayne u got a ole lady still takin care yo ass
And u like dat huh dats what they like
And u like dat huh huh dats what like
Going fishin on the banks of Mississippi
Everything u tell that nigga he listen that nigga trippin
But u like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
When u lookin good (whoo) dats what they like
When u smellin good (whoo)
U respect lil b in every hood (whoo) dats what they like
Dey like lil boosie spit dat real shit
Dats what they like

[Chorus:]
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh huh, dats what they like

[Verse 2:]
I den threw up in the charger
I kno u hear dat hemi
Stop in front yo house and tell u jump in it (fo real)
And u like dat huh dats what they like
And u like dat huh dats what they like
Leather seats, gettin fucked on the beach
Nigga hit u fo two hours and put u to sleep
But u like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
Lookin good, smellin good,niggas spect lil b in every hood
I hold it down for Baton Rouge
And they like dat huh, dats what they like
And they like dat huh dats what they like
Gucci shades, On my lil boosie fade
Fitted hat some days, throw back Oakland a's
And u like dat huh, dats what they like
And u like dat huh, dats what they like
I rock bemmas, I rock caddy's, I rock benz's
Its crucial, every time u see me fresh
Out the cleaners dats boosie
And u like dat huh, dats what they like
And u like dat huh, dats what they like
When u lookin good (whoo) dats what they like
When u smellin good (whoo)
U respect lil b in every hood (whoo) dats what they like
Dey like lil boosie spit dat real shit dats what they like

[Chorus:]
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh huh, dats what they like

[Verse 3:]
They like tv's and dvds (huh bruh)
They like to take big trips ova seas (ah huh)
They like to do the rodeo from the front from back
They like to give me head
Cause they know I'm comin back
But money don't make me
I make money
I hate 20 dolla bills, I like hundreds
Ivory hunta say dey like dat
She aint lyin, she back up all the time
Cause she kno huh daddy shine
Leave a bad bitch blind by the sound of my voice
So before I count to nine i don made dat girl moist
And kno what (kno what nigga) I got my own haircut
Its called a boosie fade that belgum made

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Lil Boosie - That's What They Like [Clean] Lyrics

That's What They Like [Clean] Lyrics - Lil Boosie

That what they like, Oh you like that, huh?
That what they like, Oh you like that, huh?
That what they like, Oh you like that, huh?
That what they like

Lil' *** big name, big watch and big chain
Big ol' big earrings, blang, that what they like
Oh, she like that huh? That what they like
Oh, you like that huh? That's what they like

Paint drips, big whips, big dawgs wit dem big chips
Dem big ***, dem big ***
Oh, you like that huh? That what they like
Oh, you like that huh? That what they like

Candy paint, sippin' syrup, 26's on the curb
Whole click flippin' birds, girl
And you like that huh? That what they like
Oh, you like that huh? That what they like

Dolla signs, rubber bands 'round cash
Man, you got a ol' lady still takin' care yo' ***
And you like that huh? That what they like
And you like that huh? That what they like

Going fishin' on the banks of Mississippi
Everything you tell that *** he listen, that *** trippin'
But you like that huh? That what they like
Oh, you like that huh? That what they like

When you lookin' good, whoo, that's what they like
When you smellin' good, whoo, that's what they like
Talk Lil B in every hood, whoo, that's what they like
They like, “Lil Boosie spit that real s***”, that what they like

Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh huh? That what they like

I done threw up in the charger, man, I know you hear
That Hemi stop in front yo' house and tell you jump in it, fo' real
And you like that huh? That what they like
And you like that huh? That what they like

Leather seats, gettin' *** on the beach
*** hit you for two hours and put you to sleep
But you like that huh? That what they like
Oh, you like that huh? That what they like

Lookin' good, smellin' good, respect Lil B in every hood
I hold it down for Baton Rouge
And you like that huh? That what they like
And you like that huh? That what they like

Gucci shades on my Lil Boosie face
Fitted hat some days, throw back Oakland A's
And you like that huh? That what they like
And you like that huh? That what they like

I rock Beamers, I rock Caddy's, I rock Benz's, it's crucial
Every time you see me, fresh out the cleaners, that's Boosie
And you like that huh? That what they like
And you like that huh? That what they like

When you lookin' good, whoo, that's what they like
When you smellin' good, whoo, that's what they like
Talk Lil B in every hood, whoo, that's what they like
They like, “Lil Boosie, spit that real s***”, that's what they like

Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh huh? That what they like

They like TV's and DVDs, huh uh
They like to take big trips over seas, huh uh
They like to do the rodeo from the front, from the back
They like to give me *** 'cause they know I’m comin' back

But money don’t make me, I make money
I hate 20 dolla bills, I like hundreds
Ivory Hunter say they like that, she ain't lyin'
She back up all the time 'cause she know her daddy shine

Leave a bad *** blind by the sound of my voice
So before I count to nine, I done made that girl moist
And know what? I got my own haircut
It's called a Boosie Fade, that belgum made

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Lil Boosie - Swerve Lyrics

Swerve Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Swerve

Weebie:
Swerve right
Swerve left
Swerve right
Swerve left
Swerve right
Swerve left
Swerve right

Lil Boosie:
You ain't never had sh** (yea) swerve on
For ya daddy in tha pin (yea)
Swerve on em
Acting bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on em
Hit his block and act again fuckin' nigga swerve on em
Lil Boosie:
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Acting bad, hoes hollin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools no I keep that thang ( I pack that thang)
There go that dawg spinnin' hard from lane to lane
Don't play no games cause I make you out to demonstration
Why you swerving' cause they hatin'
Why they hatin' cause you makin'
It's cash dawg, it's hatch dawg who you thought it would be
If you ain't buckin to the ceiling' you ain't Rollin wit me
I got this swerving sh** from back in the day (back in da days)
When niggas on them p's and v's made you get out they way
HEY people hollin'why you act like this is it (why boo) em' pills?
Hell no it's that savvy sh** that I done lived
Keep it real, you be swerving to (swerving' to)
If yo sh** spinnin' bout a thousand hoes done heard of you
That dirty do, anything to attract dem hoes (check this out)
Hang out the window with they shirt off throwin up them 4'S
This how it goes

Bridge:
You by the clubswerve
You wit yo girlswerve
A nigga mug swerve
All my thugs swerve

(Chrous 2x)
You ain't never had sh** (uhun swerve on em')
For ya daddy in the pin (unuh swerve on em')
Actin' bad on that gin (yeeeeeeaa swerve on em')
Hit his block and act again fuckin nigga swerve on em'

Weebie:
I'm doin 55 in the burbon straight swerving
Wit a high yellow fine virgin and we swerving
Hollin I'm a foo boy ya heard me straight swerving'
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerving'
Hit the parkin' lot by the club just swerving
Head lights shinin' on my dubs while I'm swerving
I keep a ol' pistol on my lap while I swerve
Just in case I have to peel a cap while I swerve
I play the 659 with the slap while I'm swerving
I gotta have the killa and the yak while I'm swerving
A 4 or 5 hundred dolla stack ..big swerving
Smoking on some dolga early Monday and I been swerving since Thursday
Red bones in the back got me swerving
Sh** I done took my eyes up off the road while I was rubbin on that cat
Doing it big like that nigga swerving
It's all good we on the map
Baton rouge were ya at Swerve

(Chorus 2x)

You ain't never had sh** (uhun swerve on em')
For ya daddy in the pin (unuh swerve on em')
Actin' bad off that gin (yeeeeeeaa swerve on em')
Hit his block and act again fuckin nigga swerve on em'

Lil Boosie:
This for my dawgs in penitentiary (in the pin)
Who holla sh** like gutta gutta when you mention me
That Hennessey
Mane that hen got me swerving crazy (swerving crazy)
I saw a dime turned my head and almost hit a lady
Slow down baby
With lil b hollin in the back (in da back)
I'm in my STS lil chuny in my otha lack
Don't f*** with hatch
Cause I'll hit you with that Nina Ross ( that Nina Ross)
It's on ya head, bi*** ya dead I'll pay the cost
Cause I'm a boss
In the Southside of Baton Rouge (Baton Rouge)
Where niggas swerving on them 20's and them 22's
We act a foo
Back in the game I used to go to dreams (dreams)
In my firebird on them choppas and them f***ing screens
Sippin that lin
Acting like I never had sh** (uhun)
Bust yo head in trash pit
Wrap you up in plastic
Show yo ass magic
Abra cadbra cado
Here go lil boo
This verse is for all my hoes who be swerving too
SSB swerve(bottom),UPT swerve(top)Park t, Easy t,
Cee Cee swerve Fairfield swerve,
Sherewood swerve every hood in baton rouge it's all good swerve

Swerve( swerve right) swerve( swerve left) swerve
(swerve right) swerve ( swerve left)swerve
(swerve Right)..swerve (swerve left)
Swerve swerve (swerve right)
Swerve (Swerve left) swerve (swerve right)
Swerve (swerve left)
I never had
Swerve
This for my daddy..
Swerve
Swerve I'm getting cash swerve
I act a ass swerve swerve (swerve right) swerve
( swerve left) swerve
(swerve right) swerve (swerve left) swerve swerve
Swerve on em then

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