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Lil Boosie
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Thug Me Like Dat
Boosie Badazz Real lifestyle, nigga Uncut and explicit Straight up
Lord knows, these bitch niggas couldn't live my cold lifestyle If you really knew Boosie boo, then you would run right now (Pussy ass niggas) Sick of all of these niggas saying that they gangsters (damn right)We don't rap beef like y'all rap beef, believe me, we spank ya
What you know 'bout riding strapped in a drop top Finger on the trigger in the rearview Glock hot Nigga tryna snatch ya girl from the hair spot (cold) Fighting extortion from the narcotics Hitters on the backseat and them thangs cocked (cold) Burning niggas homes 'til they run out At the graveyard watching my homeboys Momma cried tears so you know that it's on, boy Picture perfect ain't the word for this lifestyle Loan sharking niggas, that don't deserve to live this lifestyle Penitentiary chances on the daily Shootouts every week, shit deep, God saved me Going to war for the same niggas that betrayed me Attutude real rude, fuck you pay me In Louisiana where the streets ain't gravy Yeah, I'll lay down anybody just to live like Baby
Sickest clique ever did it, we don't talk shit How I live, a gun a part of my outfit Take a pick, replace the six with the soda It's a front so if the nigga complain, game over Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Y'all live a rap lifestyle, mine colder One of the few you could believe what they told you All day stalking, we click clacking Studying niggas moves it's cool, send a bitch at 'em F.N rip a nigga til' holla' Crime scene lost cause they thinking it's a choppa Real homework and I ain't talking 'bout a scholar Jump out sick, when I'm worth a million dollars Living like this, then you got a million problems In and out of courts, beefin' with your baby momma's You want beef? Then that beef shit we got it Whole clique murder ones, but we walk cause we solid
Making niggas pay draft, this is real talk Wink my eye, have you gone A real boss Thugging hard in Angola, on that realwalk Every nigga I done beefed wit had a big heart Evil, the same place I see ya I leave ya Going in niggas pockets, on GP [?] Hit the club after I bleed you to tease you Everybody strapped to the max, even Nita Shit, taking niggas chains off they neck Want it back? Then I gotta get a check On Plank Road and they rip out the vet Glock on the dresser everytime I have sex Swerving down niggas block, vest up Auntie telling me to change cause I'm living messed up (straight up) Fuck rain, this is thunder mane Director stole my script for the Hunger Games (Boosie)
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