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Gangsta Boo Miscellaneous Same Block [Verse 1] If you buck then say so, push a nigga off With the quickness of my glock fo sheezy, blast a nigga off! Smoke you like you dro', fuck a sissy hoe, since you wanted to know Gangsta Boo ain't scared of you, I'll walk up to yo' fucking do' Na- Na- Na- Na- Na, you can't touch me silly trick What's the business bitch? I'm the lady of this Memphis shit Yes I got the hollow words, secret follow words, where the dollar words Crazy lady yeah, millionaires, sporting Cartiers Why don't you come around here, let me put you on some fuckin game You bitches be lame, dope game, my game hoe! Yes you, yes you bought, fuck what you haters be thinking or saying Yes you, yes you bought my CD anyway I'm a come on out, gold and diamonds in my fucking mouth What you talking 'bout? So so scandalous stay representin the South Riding on them thangs, tryna dodge you player haters man I'm a stay the same, fuck whoever talking 'bout I done changed [Chorus: 4X] I be at the same block, same hood Same house, same sto', same folks Looking good bitch, I ain't changed hoe! [Verse 2] Can I ask you something, what you bitches tryna prove? Acting like you buck, when really you look like a damn fool See me in the streets, you try to chief, and smoke all your weed I don't want that babby-jazzy shit, I don't speak seeds Nigga, nigga please I'm Miss Pimpin-Villain Gangsta Boo Fuckin with my niggas, paper chasing tryna get this loot I ain't tryna take no shit, or be labled as a duck Never will I go out like that, you got me fucked up! You bitches be talking that shit, do you think that you can handle me? Raised in B.H.Z., slash North Memphis Tennessee I don't think so, go and call yo' mother fucking crew I know where yo' mama stay, I'll send a bullet straight through Staying high, oh so, oh so high, I'm quick to lose my temper Bitch, smack you, stomp you down bitch, it be that simple You know that I be riding in fast cars, quick to hit the strip bar Sippin on some syrup (sippin on some si-zzurp) [Chorus] [Verse 3] Nigga come and take a ride, what you bitches know about? Fuck you bitches, stick a mother fucking gun in yo' mouth Hoes be hating cuz I made it rich, "oohhh...lucky bitch!" Been down and for years, I still remain untouchable bitch! Always be the one mean-mugging me, you groupie hoe Then after the show, you be the one on the flo' Why you mad at me cuz i chose to, chose to keep it real? Bitch get bout yo' cheese, stay about yo' hustle only for real Niggas wanna fuck when they see me on the B.E.T. Riding in my truck, I pop a flick up in the DVD Balling through Black Haven, deep as hell in that Suburban man You silly ass bitches, you wish you could see the shit that I be seeing man Still I stay the same, ghetto diva known as Gangsta Boo Undergroundin' clownin', upside downin', bitch I thought you knew Catch me on my corner burner undershirt, some heat If you got some questions, catch me in the mother-fucking streets (Bee-yotch!) [Repeat Chorus to end] |
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