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Lil Boosie - Like a Bird

Piesa Lil Boosie Like a Bird face parte de pe albumul Ghetto Stories , lansat in anul 2003 la casa de discuri Trill Entertainment .

Versuri Lil Boosie - Like a Bird

[Lil' Boosie] 
Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing) 
Every album like a bird! 
If you buy Trill shit 
Then you buy that real shit! 
And the D.A. and the judge gone get it 
If they don't free Pimp C, bitch! 
And when I drop shit, it's hot shit! 
You know I ain lyin' 
I only gave y'all half the shit, but I got more in my mind! 
If you heard that green and yellow cd 
You bout love a lil nigga! 
You a girl, in this thug world 
You might wanna fuck a lil nigga! 
I don't really give a fuck 
About the fortune and fame 
I want the money 
So my daughter wouldn't have to beg, no mane! 
I'm in the studio, daily nigga! 
Wit my pen and my pad 
Where I run rhymes about my life 
And how I'm missin' my dad 
Dedicated, to makin' these hundreds 
I get paid for my shows 
Niggaz hate it, cause' my name 
That's what takin' these hoes! 
Thirty-six zones, on the fuckin shelf at the stores 
Ya better get before it goes! .....And 
[Chorus: repeat 4X] 
Every album like a bird....steady flippin! 
Every album like a bird! 
[Lil' Boosie] 
My first album was bout a 7 (It was aight) 
But I talk me some shit 
About this world 
About these girls 
And how I dog, my bitch! 
My next album was bootleg 
Ain even come to the stores 
Cause a nigga stole it 
And they sold it for the price of some â€Å"Oâ€Â! 
Six months later, they heard that â€Å"For My Thugsâ€Â 
The cd that have you niggaz and bitches tearin da club up! Huh! 
Ain nothing but raw rhymes 
No flashy shit, just hard times! 
Nigga don't wanna hear bout ballin 
If he ain' got a damn quarter! 
Ya hear me talkin' 
But to see that ghetto D, that's real shit! 
Cause I'm feelin' the power 
Cause I get 5 G's, to be on stage, for a half a hour! 
Shit, I heard... (Don't say no names) ... wanna holla! 
I want 2 billion dollars 
Not no million, you dick rider! 
I got two 24,80's dawg 
They filled up! 
With shit that'll make you get kill 
Or even kill us! 
Then I drop....huh! 
Then I drop again! 
And I get sicker every time 
I touch dat fuckin' pen! ...And 
Every album like a bird in a corner store 
Keep it real boy 
Trill got the good dope! 
See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe 
About an ounce of that good dolja 
We gone big blow! 
Wanna beef, motherfucker?! 
Ain no problem with that! 
I barely hit you in ya chest 
Made it come out ya back! 
And while you put yo look on hard 
I be rippin them tracks 
And by the time it hit the shelves 
I'll be gettin' it back! 
So many niggaz playa hatin' 
So I'm totin a gat 
Pistol grippin', steady waiting on a nigga to act! 
That's how you livin' when you on 
And ya got that crack 
And wake up with a new bone 
I can get left flat! 
So fuck that, ride strapped 
Give another nigga what he deserve 
And I'ma keep a bad bitch 
Cause I'm flippin' these birds! 
Trill niggaz bout to fuck it up 
I know you nerv (nervous) 
Because them niggaz got dope in them birds!