[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
I’ma tell you like this
I’m Boosie Boo, you ain’t heard?
I gas it up, rim it up, tint it up and swerve
I got them birds, I’m just playing
Got this mike in my hand
I make em fight, understand
I make em girls do my dance
I make the thugs catch the holy ghost
I’m in the club the whole club full of dojo smoke
We ease our mind, with my killers on parole
Got my juveniles are quick to let it go
Rep your hood and let em know
Gotta get this money main
He ain’t fronting, maine
I got my fresh jayz, and my boosie feet
I’m in the parking lot, I got my 40 Glock
Don’t want no trouble
But if it come I make the party stop
Ambra, what they gonn do now bra
I’m in too deep, 2 every hour
Steady game and power
I’m real, I never change
You fake, then you a lame
Need a roll of toilet tissue cause I’m shittin on them maine
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