Lil Boosie
Lil Boosie - U Ain't Bout What U Be Talkin Bout songtekst
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Lil Boosie Talkin: -Boosie bad ass(bad ass) -U ain't bout what u be talkin bout(bitch ass nigga) Verse 1:Lil Boosie -U ain't bout that murda murda shit -U ain't down to lose yo cool and go and hurt a bitch -We got them hook ups on them rentals now we murkin shit -Tinted up spinnin spinnin let that 30 spit -Bitch do want fuckin family in black clothes -The bitches in black dresses the niggas in black vo's(u ain't know) -I'm cut throat Kinival imma buy the bar survival -Sip syrup and smoke fire and i'm wilder(than an average thug) -I'm hard headed my momma told me that -And u got to be real all this drama showed me that -Lose yo mind if u want to(if u want to) -I gotta click of real niggas who gon stomp u -And want u to be hollerin bout that iron plate(that iron plate) -And we gon hit yo street tonite and not the next day -The Tec spray nigga don't worry bout that -They gon get what they deserve bout that -We gon cut down they whole curve bout that Chorus:(2x)Lil Boosie -U ain't bout what u be talkin bout(uhn ahh) -U ain't ready for yo momma to be walkin out(uhn ahh) -That big ass church wit all yo people cryin hollerin bout(hollerin bout) -Why u had to take my son thats what them choppas bout(is u bout that boy) Verse 2:Webbie -U ain't really bout that shit u be talkin so quit that talkin ya heard me -Quit that talkin and walkin if u gon serve me then serve me -Now i'm young trill entertainment so know one thang i ain't worryed -Cause my family do damage business ain't handled its murda -Niggas sweeter than skittles so they spittin in riddles -See that little shit u be spittin gon have u sleep in hospitals -And if u beef wit my niggas we gonna really squad up -From choppas to a 6 bitch u can't avoid us -Rappin bout smokin that killa don't even smoke killa -Even if u did i wouldn't even smoke witcha -Ya bitch ya fraud ya fake ya muthafuckin fluke -Pussy all wet ya fuckin booty all loose -U and them other two niggas duck duck goose -Under the throwback jersey the vest bulletproof -Gangsta shit jump off boy u know u finna run out -Close yo fuckin mouth fore i rip yo damn tongue out Chorus:(2x) Verse 3:Lil Boosie -U ain't bout layin under a nigga house like a mouse -And u light his ass up when he come out(when its a drought) -We get sick wit it u heard about lil Trell -Gunned downed when he was 12 ever since then its been hell -And Webbie they don't live like we live(fuck no) -They don't deal like we deal they ain't real like we real -Look i'm from that track like that bottom of that SSB -Whateva u call it that shit lives in me them niggas kill for free -Like lil Trell on the lum -Cause u niggas ain't my ego and they hatin on this lil thug -A lot of niggas scared of y'all but not me -This for them niggas in rap game who knock me but can't stop me -And my posse is full of thugs -Like Headbussa baby Junior and my nigga Jug -We dumpin slugs on a enemy -I thought u was my closest friend but now on u just a friend to me -And this fuckin penetentary make niggas think they real -But when they get out they got a nerve to pop a pill(but look here) Chorus:(1x) Lil Boosie Talkin: -They ain't bout what they be talkin bout u know what i'm sayin -Niggas be rappin niggas be spittin but they ain't never do none of that shit -So u don't get no cool points from Boosie(believe that) -They don't get no cool points from me