Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4, 3, 2, 1, artist - Boosie Badazz. Date of issue: 14.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4, 3, 2, 1 |
| I got a hustle that’s unmatchable |
| A swag that can’t be touched |
| I got real blood diamonds |
| Snatch this chain, you gon' get bussed |
| Every thang I spit be sick |
| So I dun fucked tha world up |
| Got respect across the world |
| But I don’t never get enough |
| Trigger finger soft as tissue |
| Boy, lil' boy don’t call my bluff |
| I got bitches like Delicious |
| Squirt when they catch a nut |
| I got Polo on my body |
| Red bottoms on my feet |
| I got bitches in Milwaukee |
| Detroit, all tha way to Flint |
| I got kush like Wiz, so you know a nigga lit |
| Came out tha pussy bout my biz so I gotta represent |
| In tha cage full of rage |
| And now it’s time to vent |
| They took Lil Bleek away from me |
| So now it’s time to sin huh |
| Realest nigga at this shit |
| I got deals on tha table |
| And they talkin big ol' money |
| Time to do some big ol' stuntin' |
| Hit tha ground, and keep runnin' |
| Real shit back so won’t you hear it now |
| Got all my real niggas in heaven |
| Smilin', lookin' down |
| This for my niggas in tha kitchen mane |
| Who cookin' now |
| Nigga got that charge |
| Who sittin' in central booking now |
| Mane they say 2Pac back |
| I’m tha closet, hands down |
| But I don’t rap beef |
| Say sumin' bout me |
| You gon' get laid down |
| I never switch |
| I took my lick and I laid down |
| So many shitted on ya boy |
| But they gon' pay now |
| And I’m tha man from East Oakland to Chi-town |
| Nothing but Boosie when they ride |
| When they ride 'round |
| That crack music nigga |
| I go hard nigga |
| It’s so addictive, explicit |
| Contagious |
| Talk about lickin', killin in these streets |
| I’m so outrageous |
| I’m a army by myself |
| I put labels on my back |
| I put candy on my whip |
| And I put paper on a rat |
| Got a gift to touch some hearts |
| And I’m gon' thank tha man for that |
| These couple years been hard |
| But bitch I’m almost back |
| I like 'em thick |
| I like 'em slim |
| I like 'em just right fine |
| I like my head slow motion |
| And look in my eyes |
| Minor setback for a major comeback |
| You know I wasn’t lying |
| If I ain’t fuck yo bitch |
| You know I wasn’t tryin' |
| My secret weapon Iviona |
| And she top of tha line |
| Learned tha business up in prison |
| I’m on top of my grind |
| My circle small |
| Cause half my dawgs fightin' 1st degree murder |
| Ready to get back to the streets |
| And light that 1st degree purple |
| Promised my niggas in the pen |
| I was gon' touch and act a beast |
| They ain’t comin' like I’m comin' |
| Now tha game belong to me |
| Don’t want Bobby by tha pound |
| I don’t want Whitney by tha key |
| I just want my 7 kids who mean tha world to me |
| Yo girl a freak |
| She ate my meat, and ya’ll married |
| Ratchet |
| No more walkin' round with 50 g’s |
| Plastic |
| Got a BB shirt on with' her hair down |
| Jazzy |
| A hundred grand a night |
| Fuckin' right |
| I’m still happy |
| I’m still happy |
| Tote a pack |