She still looking tight though. Come home and set it off and get ya mail nigga. Whether checks, credit cards or cash look I need you bad. Don't have to move a muscle. And we guaranteed to bite.
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Still built right though. Pimp c presents feat lil boosie webbie lyrics. If you go I swear I'll die I need you. Keep on, be gone, forever have they head gone, diamonds all on me like I'm kinned to Fred Flinstone. I heard a mutha fucka set it off in this bitch. He ain't got nothin' to lose. The rubber will peel. I'm the one that had ten songs. Thats what made you soft.
I told you niggaz let me get me. I found out all about you. Goin' Thru Some Thangs. Trill niggas in tussle you niggas in trouble. I get disrespected at all.
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We got retarted with this shit. You the one who bought my clothes and put my golds in my mouth. You aint my equal we aint people. Bank roll after bank roll. You gon be wishing that you been gave me your money. Yea we finna set it off in this mutha fucka. Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography: Style: MLA Chicago APA.
She might go back to the telly with me. Don't stunt now take off your shoes. Im finna put you bitch ass niggas in the trash or in the tired of you bitch ass niggas ya'll annoying me right now for real nigga. And you gone respect a dawg up in dis mutha fucka. I might share a lil meal just don't tell nobody. Send yo hitman niggas gon put that tool on him. Im the motor called a Hemi. Motherf-cking radio stations i drop that. We gone thug to the end that's cause you my fuckin friend. Locco just wrote me a letter get yo bank roll. Webbie give me that. D. A. dont search my house cuz aint no mutha fuckin drugs there. "Damn nigga, Webbie, where you been at?... Cause if i'm in court, guaranteed i'm lying. There are no setlists by Lil Boosie & Webbie on yet.
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Maybe me and you can do it big up in this motherfucker. They gon fuck around and make me bring that four up out me. MACs, Berettas, M-16s. I done did some fucked up shit so niggas ready fool. Verse 1: LIL BOOSIE]. Got that joker gun, n***a. I guess I'll feel the same tomorrow. Ima do this for the struggle, all the niggas tryna take us to court, all the niggas tryna slow us down All the rumors, that they know ain't true but they still spread em, all that shit, but we thank God for everything he gave us, real shit. Time Could Be Next Video. Thuggin' Lyrics by Webbie. And I walk real well. You ain't know I never changed around a million dollars, and we ain't gotta hang nigga but we still partners, money coming like a freight train we smoking good, niggas go home just to ride big thru the hood, We living good, Trill Ent. Now I can tell from your size that that pussy is fire. Started with a nine.
Lil Boosie & Webbie Concert Setlists & Tour Dates. We're checking your browser, please wait... AKs, AR-15s, MAC-11s, and M-16s. You got beef we gon' bed that. They say I'm thugging. I need cash and plus I need it fast. We flossin in this bitch. I gotta thank him for my kids, they motivate me, and every hating ass nigga whoever soldier hate me.
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Keep it real you ain't really about your bank rolls. Then gon jig up in this motherfucker. To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up. She forgot about God and need me to bless her. Had to get my label right. But I can fuck a bad bitch. Too much pain, too much sorrow.
You the one that got Lil' Boosie poppin off to Baton Rouge. That's when these hoes dying. You wanna be one of the chosen few. You don't try very hard to please me. Bank roll on bubble like not a professor. Verse 2: Lil Boosie]. You ever step on my shoes, you must feel bullet proof. Just Like Me – Webbie. Give me that webbie lyrics. If it don't work out with these rhymes I'm gone turn to my gats. Writer(s): WEBSTER GRADNEY, TORENCE HATCH, BRUCE ROME
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Rest in peace to your shooter dont lose your graveyard wit ya. Y'all n-gg-s ain't hard to find. You know them East New York Boys. Like lemme hold 50 of em until later in the day.