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boosie badazz & c-murder - strapped up lyrics

[intro]
money beats
boosie badazz n-gga
and i keep my sh-t n-gga, it’s part of my outfit
just like i put on my shoes i put on my stray
believe that n-gga
got my sh-t all in a [?] sh-t my n-gga

[verse 1]
see i talk sh-t cause i’m boss sh-t, you is just a juvenile
you could die, he could die, believe me i’m all homicide
i got my strap, c got his strap
we just bossy yes we got bread so we don’t kidnap
if i’m f-cking with that, i’m f-cking with it asap
and everything that i wet, it ain’t a act it’s a fact
i got a vest in my rack so if you shoot at my back, it’s worthless
turn around and start to bawl like some churches
man we ball close with some police when it come to k!lling ya’ll bogus
ain’t no alright in my bed when i see you see, ain’t posing
i see [?] ride that pony, seven kicks, roney dead
still i lay off easy man with seven prices on my head
keep it in the club with me, f-ck the fame
man i get off the pain’s waiting at the bailer’s claim
and it ain’t no ratting in me n-gga
ain’t jumping, i’m dunking
if you looking for me n-gga
i ain’t stunting i’m coming, i’m strapped

[hook]
if i got my strap and he got his gas
don’t f-ck with me homeboy
i’m f-cking with that
see me as a block boy
a cali young pall head
and i’m from the south n-gga
you see what we bout n-gga
if i got my strap and he got his gas
don’t f-ck with me homeboy
i’m f-cking with that
see me as a block boy
a cali young pall head
and i’m from the south n-gga
you see what we bout n-gga

[verse 2]
i say what i mean ya’ll, don’t slip when i give way
they say that i slung bird, but believe that i moonbird
a chick and the fish tails, the murderer don’t tell tales
the goons that tells tales, the ones ain’t make bail
the goons that make jail, they lying on they name dawg
they lying on the d-ck too, they the ones that fall off
see n-ggas say anything for a little respect yes
like an accident waiting to happen, n-gga a trainwreck
took a picture and frame that with a glock in my right hand
and i sleep with that same glock on the top of my nightstand
see life is a cr-p game, grab all your cr-p out
but boosie ain’t dead dawg, that n-gga with the strap out
the one with the mac out on a post at the crack house
they go to the stash house they busting then smash out
he mad cause he breathing is easing, no memories
he mad cause his breathing is

- boosie badazz c murder lyrics

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