Boosie BadAzz - f** You (feat. Webbie and Pimp C) lyrics

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Boosie BadAzz - f** You (feat. Webbie and Pimp C) lyrics

(Intro:) F**k You (repeat through intro) Waz sup Waz happenin This Weebie Trill young savage aka Lil Baton Rouge Howeva you wanna me (Big Head Boy you stay yo a** outta jail) Now look at the bad b**hes n***a F**k them industry n***as n***as made it hard on me But ima keep it in the streets Long as i got my cds n***a im straight Ya heard me n***a Lets go this real n***a sh** haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. (Weebie:) Damn n***a how you do it like that Make the gangsta a** n***as bump to music like that Make them b**h fine hoes shake they bootie like that 21 row scrap wit lil boosie it like that Play mad games wit me I'll do ya like that I'm a grown man b**h pursue me like that Smoke nothin' but the best Cruise and lay back With some trill n***as That I knew just way back Still young I ain't caught my first murder case yet Stay scrappin' And can't wait to push a n***a face back Number one on 1-oh-6 Still around the racetrack Still hangin' in the mix Where I ain't safe at I'm on some foolishness sh** With these rugers and sh** I'm on some run in your house b**h You move and get hit I can't take out my grill Cause I can't take out this reel I'm the savage sh** trille And from my heart man I feel (Chorus:) n***a F**k you Yeah I f**ked your b**h n***a F**k you And you better not say sh** n***a F**k you Yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a F**k you You ain't got none of that sh** n***a n***a F**k you Yeah I f**ked your b**h n***a F**k you And you better not say sh** n***a F**k you Yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a F**k you You ain't got none of that sh** n***a (Pimp C:) I did your b**h outta pocket Put some dick in her a** I got a 84 baritz and its sittin on gla** I'm a young pimp n***a With a whole lotta swagger And I roll like a stone Like my name Mick Jagger p**y n***as can't f**k with the pimp in the savage We gettin' s**ed in every city Make a whole lot of cabbage Gettin' head on the regular level ya ain't sh** Some real trille n***as for life up in this b**h I never go to war without that motherf**kin' gun Down south b**h we like DMC and run Like chuck D say b**h my oozie weigh a ton I might be on parole but b**h I'll knock out ya lungs I come from the city where they sell c**aine Ya get caught sniffin n***as knock out ya brain Leave a lump in ya lap Your tongue in your dash so I bust 17 And I smashed the gas (Chorus:) n***a F**k you Yeah I f**ked your b**h n***a F**k you And you better not say sh** n***a F**k you Yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a F**k you You ain't got none of that sh** n***a n***a F**k you Yeah I f**ked your b**h n***a F**k you And you better not say sh** n***a F**k you Yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a F**k you You ain't got none of that sh** n***a (Lil Boosie:) F**k you n***a My bloodline sicker Make a quarter outta nickel Been like that since I was little From the hood Where the k**as keep them pistols smokin' Swishas drink liquor bang a n***a Southside gangsta n***a F**k everything you goin' through Badazz'll punish you Show no love Love will get you k**ed So here we come for you Gats a gat a stack's a stack My click they'll beast It's goin' down where we roam In the hotel suite Old lady gone crazy Caught me rollin up 3 Beat that p**y out her drawers And I put her to sleep You bullsh**tin' with me Boy my nerves stay bad Get one of my convicts out the hood to put that dick in ya a** (Chorus:) n***a F**k you Yeah I f**ked your b**h n***a F**k you And you better not say sh** n***a F**k you Yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a F**k you You ain't got none of that sh** n***a n***a F**k you Yeah I f**ked your b**h n***a F**k you And you better not say sh** n***a F**k you Yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a F**k you You ain't got none of that sh** n***a (Outro:) F**k all yall n***as If you ain't rollin' with us F**k you n***a n***a makin' all these broad statements You'll be on a motherf**kin' shirt n***a Face the sh** n***a If your a** washed up you washed up It's a new era n***a For this gangsta sh** And we don't play no games Yall n***as be rappin' bout that sh** But we put that tool on yo b**h a** n***a Go sh** yo a** down n***a Garbage a** n***a Bfi a** n***a n***a we got in this sh** straight off you know Real sh** We got in these streets our damn self n***a makin these We goin' let that sh** go But you know what F-U-C-K- You muthaf**ka n***a f**k

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