(Enrgy made this one)
The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of it
Please don't ever use that 'cause that's embarrassing to me (Hahaha)
Y'ello, look
The Luchcrew Company
I'm out of town for a few weeks (Whooo)
Told my BM I'll be back with the blue cheese (Uh)
Dirty donuts, cup of Tris', and a loose leaf (Huh)
If you ballin', nigga, buy your bitch a boutique (Alright)
Niggas frontin' on me, though I fell off (Fell off)
Can't black ball me, bitch I'm Boosie (I'm Boo)
Me and P.G. ran it up off the ooh-wee (Ooh)
Stay ten toes down like 2 feet
My whole family counting on me, so I can't slip ( Can't slip)
I done drunk too much lean now I can't shit (Noo)
Baby love to do anal, now she can't sit (Huh?)
I went broke, and she left, bitches ain't shit
Gave money out my pocket, here, take this (Yeah)
I be confused when fuck niggas do fake shit
I cut him off now it's back to the basics
I hate them big ass veneers, give me braces
I was gon' drop the F8 but I can't fit (Can't fit)
R.I.P. Nip, I feel like God took a great Crip (P)
Nigga tried to beef with me and got his bae hit (Uh)
He don't take care of his kids, he a straight bitch
I'm out of town for a few weeks (Vrmm)
Told my BM I'll be back with the blue cheese (Uh)
Dirty donuts, cup of Tris', and a loose leaf (Huh)
If you ballin', nigga, buy your bitch a boutique (Whooo)
Niggas frontin' on me, though I fell off (Fell)
Can't black ball me, bitch I'm Boosie (Boo)
Me and P.G. ran it up off the ooh-wee (Ooh)
Stay ten toes down like 2 feet (Uh)
In the trap, shedding tears, I'm shaving onions
Mama the realest bitch ever, she stayed 100 (Noo)
Hate when I tell someone no and they tell me I'm frontin'
Got this shit up out the mud, niggas ain't gave me nothing (Nothing!)
Way before this rap shit, I was a pack runner (Ooh)
Not the post office, bitch, I had the thrax jumping (Chee)
Got two dark-skinned freaks in here cat bumpin' (Y'ello)
I be praying for Sneaky T 'cause he'll wack some' (Uh)
I be looking at my kids, I got the flyest sons (Yeah)
I been beating the devil ass, its like 9 to 1
Opps say they on my ass, so I'm buying guns (Noo)
She ain't got no Chanel, I'ma buy her some (Yeah)
I'm more greedy out in Houston, he from Grape Street (Uh)
Eight hundred thousand on this cash, we just eight deep (Yeah)
Last nigga tried us, now he 8 feet (Boom)
Put that shit on his head like it's BAPE jeans
I'm out of town for a few weeks (Ooh)
Told my BM I'll be back with the blue cheese (Ooh)
Dirty donuts, cup of Tris', and a loose leaf (Y'ello)
If you ballin', nigga, buy your bitch a boutique (Chee)
Niggas frontin' on me, though I fell off (Uh)
Can't black ball me, bitch I'm Boosie (I'm Boosie)
Me and P.G. ran it up off the ooh-wee (Wee)
Stay ten toes down like 2 feet (Y'ello)
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