Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stressin' Me, artist - Lil Boosie.
Date of issue: 05.03.2007
Song language: English
Stressin' Me |
Like I said on rap city nigga |
I can’t complain |
She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me) |
But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me) |
Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me) |
But im protected by his fears |
So death I dont fear. |
Through all the struggles (mannnn) |
Through all the pain (say that) |
Through all the rumors god still blessin boosie (fuckin right) |
Fuck a nigga god protected lil boosie |
Will a pussy nigga shoot me his spirit’ll bullet proof me |
Bless many things I dreamed bout when I was small |
99 problems but he helped me get through em all (realll) |
Keep me healthy so I can get through to ya |
Every night I thank god im a super star |
Through all the murders, through all the jail time |
Coulda been indicted nigga kept it real? |
lane? |
line |
Long nights on the blocks, hands full of rocks |
He was that feeling tell ya take it in lil nigga |
She knoe he gettin money, so tell me why she trippin |
She just dont know bookoo hoes won’t be up in her position |
Got a nigga stressed out (I ain’t worried) |
Gettin 15 gs stay swervin. |
She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me) |
But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me) |
Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me) |
But im protected by his fears |
So death i dont fear. |
I know he blessed me this christmas |
Gunna have a happy new year |
With all my family and my niggas |
Bread done got thicker, thanks to him |
God dont let em walk down on me like soulja slim |
A 100 thousand the first month, you know its him |
This watch, this chain, this bracelet |
God gone make me go for them |
Bitch I play a? |
butterem? |
Bad bitches lovin him |
These streets ain’t the place for me |
Police tryin to put a case on me |
But god see that we all created equal |
Some hustle harder then others |
Regardless we all brothers |
Just come from different mothers |
Niggas I used to fuck with are? |
now me now? |
Got me thinkin to myself is they gunna try me now |
I called that, three hemis and a couple old schools |
I make a nigga bring that drama to ya whole crew |
They want my hand in my lap, lay me down |
I stay strapped with 50 rounds |
And its goin down. |
She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me) |
But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me) |
Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me) |
But im protected by his fears |
So death i dont fear. |