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lil boosie - fuck u too (lil wayne diss) lyrics

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(feat. webbie, pimp c)

[intro:]
f–k you [repeat through intro]
waz sup waz happenin
this weebie trill young savage aka lil baton rouge
howeva you wanna me (big head boy you stay yo -ss outta jail)
now look at the bad b-tches n-gg-
f–k them industry n-gg-s
n-gg-s made it hard on me
but ima keep it in the streets
long as i got my cds n-gg- im straight
ya heard me n-gg-
lets go this real n-gg- sh-t haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

[weebie:]
d-mn n-gg- how you do it like that
make the gangsta -ss n-gg-s b-mp to music like that
make them b-tch fine hoes shake they bootie like that
21 row scr-p wit lil boosie it like that
play mad games wit me
i’ll do ya like that
i’m a grown man
b-tch pursue me like that
smoke nothin’ but the best
cruise and lay back
with some trill n-gg-s
that i knew just way back
still young
i ain’t caught my first murder case yet
stay scr-ppin’
and can’t wait to push a n-gg- face back
number one on 1-oh-6
still around the racetrack
still hangin’ in the mix
where i ain’t safe at
i’m on some foolishness sh-t
with these rugers and sh-t
i’m on some run in your house b-tch
you move and get hit
i can’t take out my grill
cause i can’t take out this reel
i’m the savage sh-t trille
and from my heart man i feel

[chorus:]
n-gg-
f–k you
yeah i f–ked your b-tch n-gg-
f–k you
and you better not say sh-t n-gg-
f–k you
yeah you be runnin’ that sh-t n-gg-
f–k you
you ain’t got none of that sh-t n-gg-
n-gg-
f–k you
yeah i f–ked your b-tch n-gg-
f–k you
and you better not say sh-t n-gg-
f–k you
yeah you be runnin’ that sh-t n-gg-
f–k you
you ain’t got none of that sh-t n-gg-

[pimp c:]
i did your b-tch outta pocket
put some d-ck in her -ss
i got a 84 baritz and its sittin on gl-ss
i’m a young pimp n-gg-
with a whole lotta swagger
and i roll like a stone
like my name mick jagger
p-ssy n-gg-s can’t f–k with the pimp in the savage
we gettin’ sucked in every city
make a whole lot of cabbage
gettin’ head on the regular level ya ain’t sh-t
some real trille n-gg-s for life up in this b-tch
i never go to war without that motherf–kin’ gun
down south b-tch we like dmc and run
like chuck d say b-tch my oozie weigh a ton
i might be on parole but b-tch i’ll knock out ya lungs
i come from the city where they sell cocaine
ya get caught sniffin
n-gg-s knock out ya brain
leave a lump in ya lap
your tongue in your dash so i bust 17
and i smashed the gas

[chorus:]

n-gg-
f–k you
yeah i f–ked your b-tch n-gg-
f–k you
and you better not say sh-t n-gg-
f–k you
yeah you be runnin’ that sh-t n-gg-
f–k you
you ain’t got none of that sh-t n-gg-
n-gg-
f–k you
yeah i f–ked your b-tch n-gg-
f–k you
and you better not say sh-t n-gg-
f–k you
yeah you be runnin’ that sh-t n-gg-
f–k you
you ain’t got none of that sh-t n-gg-

[lil boosie:]
f–k you n-gg-
my bloodline sicker
make a quarter outta nickel
been like that since i was little
from the hood
where the killas keep them pistols smokin’
swishas drink liquor bang a n-gg-
southside gangsta n-gg-
f–k everything you goin’ through
badazz’ll punish you
show no love
love will get you killed
so here we come for you
gats a gat a stack’s a stack
my click they’ll beast
it’s goin’ down where we roam
in the hotel suite
old lady gone crazy
caught me rollin up 3
beat that p-ssy out her drawers
and i put her to sleep
you bullsh-ttin’ with me
boy my nerves stay bad
get one of my convicts out the hood to put that d-ck in ya -ss

[chorus:]
n-gg-
f–k you
yeah i f–ked your b-tch n-gg-
f–k you
and you better not say sh-t n-gg-
f–k you
yeah you be runnin’ that sh-t n-gg-
f–k you
you ain’t got none of that sh-t n-gg-
n-gg-
f–k you
yeah i f–ked your b-tch n-gg-
f–k you
and you better not say sh-t n-gg-
f–k you
yeah you be runnin’ that sh-t n-gg-
f–k you
you ain’t got none of that sh-t n-gg-

[outro:]
f–k all yall n-gg-s
if you ain’t rollin’ with us,
f–k you n-gg-
n-gg- makin’ all these broad statements
you’ll be on a motherf–kin’ shirt
n-gg-
face the sh-t n-gg-
if your -ss washed up you washed up
it’s a new era n-gg-
for this gangsta sh-t
and we don’t play no games
yall n-gg-s be rappin’ bout that sh-t
but we put that tool on yo b-tch -ss n-gg-
go sh-t yo -ss down n-gg-
garbage -ss n-gg-
bfi -ss n-gg-
n-gg- we got in this sh-t straight off you know
real sh-t
we got in these streets our d-mn self
n-gg- makin these
we goin’ let that sh-t go
but you know what
f-u-c-k- you m-th-f–ka n-gg- f–k

- lil boosie lyrics

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