Morte

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I want you, I need you
I want you to be mine tonight
You need me, you tease me
Use you up, throw you away
You're fire, taking me higher
Don't burn me, don't let me down
You need me now, I'll teach you how
Come on and go all the way



Get a piece of your action
ah uh
Get a piece of your action
ah uh

Let's take a trip
Back to the 90's
Loced out smoked out
Prophet fucking posse

Honeycomb hideout
Where them weed bongs at?
Dressed like a little thug
Where my real niggas at?

Everybody fuck with Boo
I'm the crazy fucking lady
Bitch with a attitude
Still fuck you pay me man

I dropped out of school
But still had a Caddy truck
Getting buck what the fuck
You gone tell me

Man I'm getting money
Put my city on the map
Before they switched up on me
I ain't never gone change

Imma always do me
Cause it's easy as fuck
What the hell I'm posed to be
Hook

I thought
They say they want that real back
Yeah I gotcha
They say they want a trill bitch around

Then I gotcha
They say they miss that Hoe
Then I got ya
They say they want that old Boo back

Then I got ya
Hung with the dope on a hot ass street
Where they deep
packing that heat

Sometimes I couldn't even sleep
Cause of the them bombs
bussing them guns
I guess they just wanted to eat cool

But I had something else to do
I wrote a fucking rap or two
Then I moved up out the hood
And took a fucking flight or two

Acting like you know me
Ain't gone help you when my patience up
I was always taught them ain't tough
You get into some Gangsta stuff

We don't play with other folks kids
We get it how we live
Gold grills and we trill
Disciples in the house

Imma bring this shit back
The underground muthafucka
Hook
I thought

They say they want that real back
Yeah I gotcha
They say they want a trill bitch around
Then I gotcha

 

 

Gangsta Boo speaks Weed World Money on My Mind You ain't my kind bitch
You wanted me to do a threesome,

you ain't fine bitch

I'm gonna stay the same,

you gonna stay a lame,

some shit ain't gon' never change
I know you talk about me,

 

I know you want me broke as fuck,

I know
You bitches out me
I'm gon' get mine bitch, don't worry bout

 

I am doin' fine bitch
I'mma keep it real ,

if I don't like you,

I don't want you in my face 

I'm on some gangsta shit,

if you don't like it,

you don't have to fuckin' deal with


I'm gon' hurt one of you bitches
Mane that's why I'm gone stay to myself
Cause these bitches mane,

always wanna play

 

It's hard not to kill bitches
It's like an everyday job not to kill bitches
So what's a gangsta do?

 

These candy diamond pill,

you same hoes talkin' shit

been bumpin' me for years
I'm comin' for my money,

 

if we ain't talkin' 'bout that

then we ain't talkin' nothin'
You crazy,

grab ya ass game,

 

now you suckas tryna play me mane
I swear,

it's hard not to kill you,

fake ass bitches and fake ass

 

fuck, smokin' killa
And I got my vodka,

with money in my pocket ain't nothin' gonna stop her

Still rockin' with the projects,

hair cutted niggas speak the bible,

fat priest
Still steppin' on toes,

 

I don't want no friend,

I don't fuck with these hoes
 

I have some wicked scriptures
That I think the world needs to hear
Let them know I'm real
Let them know I'm here

On the Earth

and the end's very near
Believe in the God
Gotta believe in the God

Going hard on my mission to get it,

I be so with it
Any given chance,

baby, got a hustling spirit

Inhaled the weed smoke,

forgot all my problems
but a bitch ain't a part of it
I'm a goddess, so I be with the gods

If he ain't affiliated with some king shit, I'm breaking his heart
Fake jewelry and fake homes,

they want the life

Do anything to get it -

- to me, that shit is so trife
They even bite the hand that fed them breakfast

Dishonor and it's best as
It's mostly y'all these bitches

who be wishing you your best
Dark nights got me seeing the truth,

 

and it's reckless
Never underestimate the power of deception
Wolves dressed as sheep,

 

they looking for the weak
That red superman,

that peach butter fire,

that white Rolex

You'll have them hoes hotter than a box of stolen checks
The snow,

the white,

 

in Miami get crunk
When I see 'em in tha club,

they be sniffin' up that skunk
A eight ball for the night

I got that weed for the low
Those pills for tha low,

that blow for tha low

 roll high, man

An' I ain't tellin' no lie, when this shit get in my brain
I drip the grain and fly by,
Right another thing we do is blow call,

 

it blew
We blow callin' cocaine,
I've been on that bang,

bang hard bouncin' front to back

The under, underground,

ground smoked out fulla green
Fuck what cha heard,

bitch, yeah, I'm back up on tha scene

If you wanna get high you should fuck wit Gangsta Boo
I been gettin' in that work,

I got pounds on this perc

I'm a pimp,

fuck you pull up your own skirt,
We don't give a fuck, 26's on the truck
Fuck around till you show up,

 

we gon tear this bitch up
I got X,

I got weed,

I got anything you need
 

We get it almost every night
When that moon gets big and bright
It's supernatural delight
Everybody was dancing in the moonlight

Man a playa need some work
Man you got some weed,

let me get that off you pimp 
You ain't tryna say all that,

 

you be smokin' free with them!
Yeah, I know that you got that change Flyin' over seas on planes
I'm just lettin' you know the business,

 

what you think my pimpin' lame?
I'm on probation, hoe
'bout to go and kill this hoe playin' wit yo life?!

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