Boosie BadAzz - Real Slow lyrics

Lil Boosie Bad Azz Take A Ride Wit Me n***a Real Slow I Roll Slow Through The Ghetto Kid's Holla' Boosie This Life A n***a Livin' Like I'm Starring In A Movie Fresh Out The Jacuzzi Lil Powder On My Chest Got 30 On My Neck Turk And Mel Just Cut The Check The Old People Hollin' Bad Azz Boy You Blessed Just Keep Your Head Up And Let God Do The Rest Cuz I Ride Clean With Gucci Gla**es Eatin' Fettuccine In The Rooms With Savages Got The Screens In The Back Seat, Girls Screamin' In The Back Seats Black Tank, Black Hot With A Dime Piece Yeha I'm For Real And I Wake Up Every Morning Tryin To Get That Mil' Told My Momma I'm Change You Will See That This World Full Of Trouble And I'm Boosie B The B That's For Bad Azz Fast Cash That's What A n***a Chasing Headin' To The Top Cuz I Ain't Got No Patience [Chorus: x2] Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me n***a Where The 5 0 Ride On A n***a Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me n***a Where The Good n***as Die By The Trigga' Real Slow I Made A Right On Murda Murda Huh Time To Smoke On Me Some Purple Purple Nuh Let My Top Back And co*k My Glock Back And Now I'm Crusin' Night Time Hit Had To Quit Distributing I Called Up Fire Red She Say She Got Something For Me Shawty She Strait Thugin' That Girl Can Take Something Eat Piccadilly Four Times A Day All The Bad b**hes Like Boosie You Ain't Gained No Weight Motivate Me Girl And Let Me Know I'm Da sh** Tell Em' Bout Me Girl So They Can Know I'm Da sh** I Let Down My Window And Stick Out My Wrist I Let The Doors Up And Jump Out Of My sh** And All The Chicks Be Fascinated Cuz I'm Fresh Faded The Hood Glad I Made It Get Your Bread Hatch Baby 20 Miles Per Hour In The Heat Of The Night Crusin' Down Airline Livin That Life [Chrous x2] I Made A Right On Holly Road Saw Some Lil n***as Throwing Fours The Lil n***a In The Black Say Them 24's I Told Him Yea And You Can Get Em If You Get A Roll On The Block The Cops Hot So We Ride Slow No Beat Just The Highs And The Highs Low Stop At The Fina Got A Tee And A Bandanna A Baby Bottle Of That Lean And A Grape Fanta Got My sh** Cut Fresh By My n***a Poohla Falling Asleep In The Chair Me And My Ruda I Had To Shake Back Quick Off Of Nestea Got Out The Chair Iced Up And A Fresh Tee Steve Harvey That's Me Car Up In Reverse I Put It In Drive One Destinated Roller But We All Get High Slow Motion When We Ride But We All Go Live Comin Through That South Swerving Side To Side And We Ride [Chrous x2]