Lil Boosie - f** You lyrics

f** You Wa**up what's happenin' This Weebie Trill young savage aka Lil Baton Rouge however you wanna me (Big Head Boy you stay yo a** outta jail) now look at the bad b**hes n***a f** them industry n***as n***as made it hard on me but I'ma keep it in the streets long as i got my CDs n***a I'm straight ya heard me n***a lets go this real n***a sh** ha Damn n***a how you do it like that Make the gangsta a** n***as bump to music like that Make them b**h fine hoes shake they bootie like that 21 row scrap wit lil' boosie it like that Play mad games wit me I'll do ya like that I'm a grown man b**h pursue me like that Smoke nothin' but the best cruise and lay back with some trill n***as that I knew just way back Still young I ain't caught my first murder case yet Stay scrappin' and can't wait to push a n***a 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** with these rugers and sh** I'm on some run in your house b**h 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** trille and from my heart man I feel n***a f** you yeah I f**ed your b**h n***a f** you And you better not say sh** n***a f** you yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a f** you you ain't got none of that sh** n***a n***a f** you yeah I f**ed your b**h n***a f** you And you better not say sh** n***a f** you yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a f** you you ain't got none of that sh** n***a I did your b**h outta pocket put some dick in her a** I got a 84 baritz and its sittin' on gla** I'm a young pimp n***a with a whole lotta swagger And I roll like a stone like my name Mick Jagger p**y n***as can't f** with the pimp in the savage we gettin' s**ed in every city make a whole lot of cabbage Gettin' head on the regular level ya ain't sh** some real trille n***as for life up in this b**h I never go to war without that motherf**in' gun Down south b**h we like DMC and run Like chuck D say b**h my oozie weigh a ton I might be on parole but b**h I'll knock out ya lungs I come from the city where they sell c**aine Ya get caught sniffin' n***as knock out ya brain Leave a lump in ya lap your tongue in your dash so I bust 17 and I smashed the gas n***a f** you yeah I f**ed your b**h n***a f** you And you better not say sh** n***a f** you yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a f** you you ain't got none of that sh** n***a n***a f** you yeah I f**ed your b**h n***a f** you And you better not say sh** n***a f** you yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a f** you you ain't got none of that sh** n***a f** you n***a my bloodline sicker make a quarter outta nickel been like that since I was little From the hood where the k**as keep them pistols smokin' swishas drink liquor bang a n***a southside gangsta n***a f** everything you goin' through badazz'll punish you show no love love will get you k**ed 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**y out her drawers and I put her to sleep you bullsh**tin' with me boy my nerves stay bad get one of my convicts out the hood to put that dick in ya a** n***a f** you yeah I f**ed your b**h n***a f** you And you better not say sh** n***a f** you yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a f** you you ain't got none of that sh** n***a n***a f** you yeah I f**ed your b**h n***a f** you And you better not say sh** n***a f** you yeah you be runnin' that sh** n***a f** you you ain't got none of that sh** n***a f** all y'all n***as If you ain't rollin' with us, f** you n***a n***a makin' all these broad statements you'll be on a motherf**in' shirt n***a face the sh** n***a If your a** washed up you washed up it's a new era n***a for this gangsta sh** and we don't play no games yall n***as be rappin' bout that sh** but we put that tool on yo b**h a** n***a go sh** yo a** down n***a garbage a** n***a BFI a** n***a n***a we got in this sh** straight off you know real sh** we got in these streets our damn self n***a makin' these we goin' let that sh** go But you know what F-U-C-K- You muthaf**a n***a f**