LIL BOOSIE

LIL BOOSIE - Boosie II (Don't Forget It) lyrics

Ah, Ah Lil Boosie (Lil Boosie) Yeah

Whats up! Umm! Whats up! Umm!

Don't forget it, it's wicked

Don't forget it, it's wicked

Look, see I walk across that dirty track

At two o'clock a.m. flat

Wake up burn a murder sack

Anything that move, then murder that

Tired of go'n through pressure thug

Cause I'm less a thug

Keep it on your lap cause these days they'll test ya thug

Look, if it ain't that fuckin doja or that weed man

This solja boy don't need

Cause that caine gone shake yo breed

Think I'm lyin keep try'n

Boy that's how it go down

Takin over the world, that's why call me no brown

South side for down, you know that's in my blood

Keep bitchin cause I'm itchin from the fleas and the flood

Hollern "Slow Yo Roll"

Shit, I want the whole

I wanna a fannie swole, so I can act a show

Nigga better ask your hoe, feelin like a mad man

Try'n slang that weed on G street, that's a fast plan

Thinkin bout what dad sayin

"Keep it real and keep ya steel

Take yo time and teach a lil, until you reach a mill”

Got me thinkin dumb ways, got two pumps and two K's

Two licks and two days, two fifths and new J's

I'm thugged out

Don't forget it, it's wicked

Roll wit Loc so I sic it

Follow me I got the ticket

And some funk to get busy

Look, real niggaz be bout that torture

I'll scorch ya if you play me

Niggaz be try'n to hate me

That's why it's off of safety

Whoever, whenever makes no differences who you be

Boy you bleed just like me, but don't come cross CBT

Bottom boy, automatic anything that causes that static

Get you stink by us, little nigga, thuggin 'n smokin angel dust

A donkey boy, leave you funky boy

Smoke everything from a lawyer to a junkie boy

Niggaz hollern bout they bout it, niggaz light as a feather

Can't get mad at you girl cause you ain't on my level

Don't run behind me, when ya find me

You gone regret you missed

Cause my nerves done got pissed

And all you gone get is this (CHOP CHOP!)

It don't stop wit solja Reebok tennis

Thug shit up in ninas, label Boosie a menace

God please forgive my sins, niggaz try'n take my ends

I'm just sit back 'n watchin, fuck the talkin I'm choppin

Where yo nigga, yo round, your fuckin whodi, yo convict

This south side red rum shit, so don't you be dumb bitch, wha

Played everything man from proleans to dope fien's

Gettin track in my Balance, stashin dope in the alleys

Don't forget it, it's wicked

Roll wit Loc so I sic it

Follow me I got the ticket

And some funk to get busy

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