+380 - Boosie

They think I'm Boosie now Fell Asleep drunk next to her with her
coochie out Ya Ya pulled up with A gun tryna shoot
it out I ain't comin' home, it ain't Nothin' you
can do about it D so good, got a Bitch ready to shoot

Bout it The way she suck the dick, had to go and get
Some shoes out her I been doin' hella ecstasy, I can't do
Downers Tell that bitch I can't fuck for free, get
Them blues out her I just broke the fuckin' internet, go get

Anew router I been smokin' hella Zotic, ho, I can't
Do powder beat the pussy up and tell that bitch take
Another shower Gettin' topped off on Sunday while I'm watchin
Power Babe, I'm bout to cum, all I need is another

Hour Make me feel good, never Had a college freaky
Girl, my bitch been hood Stuffin' All my problems from the day in
the big wood Call me Big 3, Big D, make her feel good
Drink henessey, make her think Henny thing could

Pistol to a nigga, all I wanted to see was blood
Bitch, I'm back on, hit it from the back, I just wanna see her Backbone
She can't have my number, so I gave that bitch the trap phone
Fuck your baby ma, turn her CPO to the slap home

Yeah, am I that wrong
I been servin' pounds now, I'm tryna get some crack gone
My cousin Twan mad, cause I upped a couple racks on him
But where was niggas at when I didn't have that on me

Fuck a new Rollie, I'ma go buy a New 40 Cause I got a shoot, I Can't trust niggas
Do it for me 762s, knock him up Out his new Jordans
762s, knock him up out his new Jordans

Written by:
Ree Davis

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