![]() I aint no deadbeat daddy all my chern be fresh. I'm on the grind in the monin, I'm the best of the best. ![]() You gon rewind this song, you might know the whole thing by the time you get home. My family in the background hollin thug that shit (man thug that shit) My hoes in the crowd hollin look at that bitch. I slaughter my bitch and ya'll love that shit. (Look remember this look) I call my bitch, and talk to my bitch. And I don got betta, and if you a hater you need to get up on my level and g Cuz I keep on coming and I keep on spitting, I gotta tell it like Tupac that you can't knock my visit. Ie love is from the newest thug to the truest thug, everybody showin love. You lost your thug pour some syrup on the curve for him, keep it poppin throw a party every 3rd for him. Now swerve wide if you feelin boosie deep inside, you love your hood throw your hood high in the sky. Light up your swisha lil' nigga gon crank it up, you got your li So many years of rough rhymes got dem lovin Boo, and I'm a real thug nigga and I love you too. Now when you see me in my Benz put your L's up, dat mean you got love for me and you care bra. Lil'Boosie love, Lil'Boosie, Lil'Boosie love, I've been holdin it down so long,
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