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boosie badazz – waitin’ on a visit lyrics

[hook]
they got my n-ggas in tha parish
chillin on a wednesday
waitin on a visit
but it gon’ be okay
it gon’ be okay
i wish i had my ak
i wish i had my ak
they got my n-ggas up the road
thuggin on their ch0r-s
hopin something folds (something folds)
but it gon’ be okay
it gon’ be okay
i wish i had my ak
i wish i had my ak

man i realize i’m stuck in this b-tch
and i’m a trigger finger itchy
from the k i love to go spit
and ain’t no visits
when your bread gone
my head gone
can’t say sh-t
because i’m dead wrong
i’m dead wrong
commissary on low
and i can’t even buy no t-tties
so i’m ready
to take of my socks
and box cuz im’a miss (huh)
i love taking pictures up that road
to let my n-ggas know
i was wit you everyday you chose
i read it up in jail
why the f-ck you put me in the field
my hands hurt
and mister look it keep it real
when i get out this b-tch
they gon’ say mayday mayday
you done took half of my life plus my ak my ak
from hunts to angola and dci to cry tears
come home from 5 years
see how wild the world is
i wish my life was gas tank
cause i need a fill up
couldn’t pay my cousin lawyer that done f-cked my whole year up

(chorus)

this is for my n-ggas on the reasons
scratch like it like a pit
everytime a n-gga won’t be home
but he miss his ak
cuz thats what raised him
the only real toys daddy ever f-ckin gave him
these hoes went to twenty to ten to f-cking two
go fall off in that pit and see how all yall hoes do
his boys conficted fellons and they can’t come see ya
yo little boy i had a program he can’t come neither
now play this song up in your walkman in your bed at night
and tell me next you see me if i lead you right
and ain’t no smiles when your shine gone
looked at a man and asked why he did it
he said the devil got his mine going
listen when i spit it and watch what i’m saying
i know you sick up in that b-tch dawg
but never stop praying
hold my hand you can lean on me
i’m the friend that pull up on the curb n-gga when you go on e

chorus

how the f-ck do you think my momma feel
mr. officer you got her crying
tears everytime my n-gga call her
my daughter(iviona hatch) she don’t knows it’s my face
cuz she don’t see me that much
plus i’d hate for her to see me in cuffs
this is for my n-ggas on preroll man
like big lo diddy charge and trail charge and james cole man
them n-ggas are hard to pump blood n-gga
it pump alien p-ss
and they love them a.k.s
that’s why they stay in that b-tch
for the forgivers we some n-ggas in a rush to get paid
you can see this dawg b-tches plus i’m duckin a grave
i told my momma when i die
put my casket on dubz
roll me in with all my thugs and put a blunt in my tux
this is for my n-ggas who incarcerated
boy i hate it hold your head up and you oughta make it
i told my dawgs over and over over again
when a n-gga take may i won’t hit some ak…
(it gon be ok…….)

- boosie badazz lyrics

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