Lil Boosie

Lil Boosie - Stressin Me

rate me

Ke I said on rap city nigga

I can't complain

She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me)

But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me)

Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me)

But I'm protected by his fears

So death I don't fear...

Through all the struggles (mannnn)

Through all the pain (say that)

Through all the rumors god still blessin boosie (fuckin right)

Fuck a nigga god protected lil boosie

Will a pussy nigga shoot me his spirit'll bullet proof me,

Bless many things I dreamed bout when I was small

99 problems but he helped me get through em all (realll)

Keep me healthy so I can get through to ya

Every night I thank god I'm a super star

Through all the murders, through all the jail time

Coulda been indicted nigga kept it real i ainn lyin

Long nights on the blocks, hands full of rocks

He was that feeling tell ya take it in lil nigga

She knoe he gettin money, so tell me why she trippin

She just don't know bookoo hoes won't be up in her position

Got a nigga stressed out (I ain't worried)

Gettin 15 gs stay swervin...

She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me)

But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me)

Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me)

But I'm protected by his fears

So death I don't fear...

I know he blessed me this christmas,

Gunna have a happy new year

With all my family and my niggas

Bread done got thicker, thanks to him

God don't let em walk down on me like soulja slim

A 100 thousand the first month, you know it's him

This watch, this chain, this bracelet,

God gone make me go for them

Bitch I play a butter rim

Bad bitches lovin him,

These streets ain't the place for me

Police tryin to put a case on me,

But god see that we all created equal

Some hustle harder then others

Regardless we all brothers

Just come from different mothers (fukn ritee)

Niggas I used to fuck with, under eye me now

Got me thinkin to myself is they gunna try me now

ah corvette, three hemis and a couple old schools

I make a nigga bring that drama to ya whole crew (real talk)

They want my hand in my lap, lay me down

I stay strapped with 50 rounds

And it's goin down...

She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me)

But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me)

Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me)

But I'm protected by his fears

So death I don't fear...

Thanks to Big Ray ( devildog1371a@yahoo.com) for correcting these lyrics

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