Lil Boosie

Lil Boosie - Beat It Up

rate me

I know lately that we ain't did much

But on my mama girl I promise

I'ma make that up

I know you sick of all these bitches

Wit deze rumors and lies

But however against the weather

You gon always be mine

And I'ma stretch my time we gon make thangs rite

No mo layin between tha sheets by yo self at nite

And I'ma beat that pussy up beat that pussy up

Girl I'ma beat that pussy up until you holla that's enough

I walked outside look I'm tired of this mane

My cutie in tha yard wit my draws in her hand

My girl looked at me n said

"YOU DOG ASS NIGGA FINNA PUT THIS KNIFE N YO MUFUCKIN LIVER"

I couldnt say shit had to leave the house

She punched me in my shit all I did is walked off because I'm wrong

But 2nite when she go home I'ma keep callin her phone

Til she let me lay that bone (fuck that shit)

My otha bitch done put me on child support

My nigga on tha run slip don got on that dope

I need to fuck some bad I got some pressure built up

So tha next thang I fuck she gone get extra ripped up

I looked up to god n told em fix this shit(u gotta fix this shit)

I got j-lo at home I need my bitch

Look 3 n the mornin girl still hangin up the phone she answer

Bring yo nasty ass home (girl I'm on my way home)

Now this next time this bitch hit me on my chirp line

Boosie how my mouth was

Im right on side my fuckin girl

Oh let them hoes suck on my shit

I told her no she sucked be but he just played like he was me

She got quiet 4 a minute I kissed ha on tha neck

I played wit that pussy and I got my girl wet

She said I luv yo black ass I say'd I luv you 2

Another bitch done hit me up boosie wat do it do

She grabbed my phone who is this hoe hung up

She broke my shit thew out all my doja n shit had a nigga mo sick

Damn wat I done did

She like boosie you ain't gon neva c yo muthafuckin kids

I told ha that I'm sorry I'm tired of lyin

Tired of seein my girl cryin

Need a second thrid chane please don't get anotha man

Been months since I took you out always n that fuckin soft

I wanna beat that pussy up please don't put a nigga out

Now lately er'body been trippin me you & dem children

Er'body been slippin

We gone keep it real lets get it rite lets have a dinner girl candle lite (shit)

That'll be nice but tha ice ain't make it happen

Tha price ain't make it happen but it wasnt all that it was hoes who brought tha maddness

Usedto laugh wit each otha now we mad at each otha

In tha bed we used to cudddle now I barely even fuck her

And every time you gone I be thinkin of you

Got my thang rock hard gurl I'm fiendin for you

And we 1st met it was right on time you was bonniei was clyde

Gurl you down to ride please nigga I'm yo ride or die

Thats wat I like to hear whisper softly in my ear

Lets take'm to tha bank like segol on hard to kill

All these years down tha drain

Im 75% wrong i'll neva change but I'm workin to get betta mane

Boosie bad ass on tha track nigga

Mouse on tha beat

Its more than beautiful baby

Believe that but I gotta holla at you

We gotta go baby cause on my way ho

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