Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These Ain't Out Yet, artist - Young Dro. Album song Bleedin' da Block 14, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.11.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: PME
Song language: English
These Ain't Out Yet |
Boosie Badazz |
Real lifestyle, nigga |
Uncut and explicit |
Straight up |
Lord knows, these bitch niggas couldn’t live my cold lifestyle |
If you really knew Boosie boo, then you would run right now |
(Pussy ass niggas) |
Sick of all of these niggas saying that they gangsters |
(damn right) |
(damn right) |
We don’t rap beef like y’all rap beef, believe me, we spank ya |
What you know 'bout riding strapped in a drop top |
Finger on the trigger in the rearview Glock hot |
Nigga tryna snatch ya girl from the hair spot (cold) |
Fighting extortion from the narcotics |
Hitters on the backseat and them thangs cocked (cold) |
Burning niggas homes 'til they run out |
At the graveyard watching my homeboys |
Momma cried tears so you know that it’s on, boy |
Picture perfect ain’t the word for this lifestyle |
Loan sharking niggas, that don’t deserve to live this lifestyle |
Penitentiary chances on the daily |
Shootouts every week, shit deep, God saved me |
Going to war for the same niggas that betrayed me |
Attutude real rude, fuck you pay me |
In |
Louisiana where the streets ain’t gravy |
Yeah, I’ll lay down anybody just to live like Baby |
Lord knows, these bitch niggas couldn’t live my cold lifestyle |
If you really knew Boosie boo, then you would run right now |
(Pussy ass niggas) |
Sick of all of these niggas saying that they gangsters |
(damn right) |
(damn right) |
We don’t rap beef like y’all rap beef, believe me, we spank ya |
Sickest clique ever did it, we don’t talk shit |
How I live, a gun a part of my outfit |
Take a pick, replace the six with the soda |
It’s a front so if the nigga complain, game over |
Y’all live a rap lifestyle, mine colder |
One of the few you could believe what they told you |
All day stalking, we click clacking |
Studying niggas moves it’s cool, send a bitch at 'em |
F.N rip a nigga til' holla' |
Crime scene lost cause they thinking it’s a choppa |
Real homework and I ain’t talking 'bout a scholar |
Jump out sick, when I’m worth a million dollars |
Living like this, then you got a million problems |
In and out of courts, beefin' with your baby momma’s |
You want beef? |
Then that beef shit we got it |
Whole clique murder ones, but we walk cause we solid |
Lord knows, these bitch niggas couldn’t live my cold lifestyle |
If you really knew Boosie boo, then you would run right now |
(Pussy ass niggas) |
Sick of all of these niggas saying that they gangsters |
(damn right) |
(damn right) |
We don’t rap beef like y’all rap beef, believe me, we spank ya |
Making niggas pay draft, this is real talk |
Wink my eye, have you gone |
A real boss |
Thugging hard in Angola, on that real walk |
Every nigga I done beefed wit had a big heart |
Evil, the same place I see ya I leave ya |
Going in niggas pockets, on GP |
Hit the club after I bleed you to tease you |
Everybody strapped to the max, even Nita |
Shit, taking niggas chains off they neck |
Want it back? |
Then I gotta get a check |
On Plank Road and they rip out the vet |
Glock on the dresser everytime I have sex |
Swerving down niggas block, vest up |
Auntie telling me to change cause I’m living messed up (straight up) |
Fuck rain, this is thunder mane |
Director stole my script for the Hunger Games (Boosie) |
Lord knows, these bitch niggas couldn’t live my cold lifestyle |
If you really knew Boosie boo, then you would run right now |
(Pussy ass niggas) |
Sick of all of these niggas saying that they gangsters |
(damn right) |
(damn right) |
We don’t rap beef like y’all rap beef, believe me, we spank ya |