Webbie - Exciting lyrics

[Talking] This Boosie Bad Azz, and lemme tell you somethin When I was 16 or 17, my momma looked at me and she said "Boosie, son... get on yo mothaf**in sh**, n***a!" [Hook] Big money! I like it I used to have hoes who triflin' Now I got pros who dykin' And it's excitin, it's excitin' [Verse 1- Lil' Boosie] I had to get my sh** together mayne, I didn't like it I had too many hoes who triflin Dirty shell toes and Nike's I didn't like it. It wasn't excitin Until I got money, I got icy Hoes got right, they got feisty Turk put me in the studio, I kept writin Droppin that gangsta sh**, and it's excitin Purple after purple n***a, we kept lightin Concert after concert mayne, we kept flightin We struck the world real quick like lightning You p**y a** rap n***as, stop bitin I used to f** with little girls with little minds who wasn't grown yet So before you wear a thong, get yo p**y in check Yo hygiene a mothaf**a, you 'sposed to stay smellin right Especially if you got a n***a with money, that's what he like [Hook 2x] [Verse 2- Lil' Boosie] And all of my shows be excitin Hoes grabbin on my dick, wanna bite it Didn't yo momma teach you better? You triflin Just Chill, after the show you can lick me like icing Money make yo life better so f** what they say Girls be more G'd up everytime they look in ya face She used to kiss me on my neck (uh huh) Now she s** me til that p**y get wet (uh huh) I remember way back when I used to f** rats When they wore them daisy dukes, had that p**y sittin fat Now a n***a gettin stacks, I do whatever I like I'll hit em Asian, Black or White, I have my pleasure with dykes I'm first cla** on every flight, I'm a big dog, n***a At the Super Bowl, I'm front row. Where's y'all n***as? I used to f** with hoes who like to cut ya tires up Now I'm breaded and they can't even get a nut [Hook 2x] [Verse 3- Webbie] I been livin like a tymer, and I like it Hittin n***as baby mommas and they wifey With the rims all shiny, dressed nicely 'Bauds wit the white tee, fresh white tee Nice white two-seat or I might be New SUV, doin 90 Lookin for the right weed for the right fee Hit it once or twice, B... my eyes tightening Now I'm goin faster, I swerved slightly To the left lane then I came back right .357 clutched tightly cuz it might be My night, you know we got n***as dyin nightly Tonight I'm with a nice freak, she had white sheets Clean up, lick a n***a nuts cuz she like me Find another me up in the streets is unlikely Don't hit me on the phone later on cuz I might be gone Chorus 2x