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