Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Undeniable Talent, artist - Lil Boosie. Date of issue: 14.04.2008
Song language: English
Undeniable Talent |
| Wake up and smell the coffee |
| It’s a new nigga in town |
| Gotta shake them haters off me |
| You know how Boosie get down |
| I’m anit-social, nigga |
| Don’t fuck with none of you clowns |
| You play some games, nigga |
| Well I got a hundred-some rounds |
| I drop hit after hit, bitch |
| And it’s amazing |
| Jump up in that coochie now Lil Boosie in amazement |
| Ask about me, nigga |
| I live this |
| If it’s coming out my mouth, it’s some real shit |
| A soulja but I like Soulja Boy |
| I can’t dance 'cause I keep a big knot in my pants, straight up |
| You want some freak shit, call me |
| Some beef shit, call me |
| I’m a dog and it’s easy to see |
| I got undeniable talent |
| Undeniable talent |
| Undeniable talent |
| I’m a fool with this rappin' |
| Undeniable talent |
| Undeniable talent |
| Watch me get out |
| When I step off in the room, it’s a full moon |
| The lights on if I got my ice on |
| Lookin' like a king pin, jewelry like Slick Rick |
| Keyshia Cole saw me said, «Boosie, that’s too much shit» |
| Boosie he be thuggin' |
| Hat to the back |
| Rollin' through the trap with the strap in my lap |
| Peter Pan fit, my favorite color green |
| When the camera say action, you see some shit you never seen |
| Bad bitches love me, they want rip me out the frame |
| I make they pussy jump out they draws into my hand |
| Got my name on my chain letting you know it’s me |
| I-10 on my neck, that’s a memory |
| Two cars deep in the chain, Bentley GT |
| But I’ll be damned if that money it gon change me |
| Uncle tell em I’m a beast |
| I got undeniable talent |
| Got it from my big cousin |
| Me and my niggas thuggin |
| Hold Cutlass and flippin' somethin' |
| I’m stackin' on spending money |
| Told you bitch we was comin' |
| Sick santa time, big stuntin' with the fuckin' rims runnin' |
| It’s on tonight if we pop tonight we shut the city down |
| Yeah we smokin' out, keep movin' |
| Blow this shit here by the pound |
| Money out the asshole |
| Got habits like keep the change |
| While you run that shit I peep the game |
| Don’t try me 'cause I keep my thang |
| It’s thug life, |
| Mane I live that G shit daily |
| Two gangstas’ll let ya play me |
| Make money, fuck yall can’t hate me |
| Yeah nigga |
| You better get you some business |
| I got talent like -- and be ducked off chillin' |
| I get pussy like clothes |
| I pick my hoes like fits |
| Some say niggas like golds 'cause they be hollin' bout me |
| I’m on some big boy shit |
| Be in yo city then flight |
| That’s the shit I be likin' |
| Getting sucked up by hoes that’s dykin', nigga |