Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete Everybody know me probably saw me half [unverified] Let's welcome em to the Vault baby Do it big nigga! We getting paid from the block to the club that's what's up nigga. (Yea, yea) - "FRANCHISE" - LYRICS, HOT SONG: Tory Lanez - "Most High" - LYRICS, Songs That Will Make You Cry Uncontrollably. Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key nigga, you know me man Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P, With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin' some bomb weed We sippin' So many ways to get paid spread peace n love, yeah I'm supposed to stop but I … I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh). )\rIn they mouth got bout five\rGot them Tees with dem Ree's \rwit dem black and white cowel (Cowel! Do it big then, I do it big nigga ), I love hoes (Yea! (Crocodile), And I'll serve ya, see Lil Boosie from that South Side If you don't like it you could take it to that level, That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil I'm supposed to stop but I can't )\rAnd I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes\rDo it big then\r\rI do it big nigga 3x\r\r[Verse 2: Mr. Magic]\rI ain't got nuthin but d*** for you hoes\rI won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes\rI ain't got nuthin to give to no nigga\rDeal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga\rI'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco\rPistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a\rGod damn fool, ignorant muthaf***a bout to lose my cool\rLet me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves\rFind me a duck, get some head in the Burb\rI'ma fool on them hoes nigga\rThat's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served\rEverybody know me probably saw me half-c***ed\rDrunk, high in the club bout to get it hot\rLouisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked (Bucked! I do it big nigga Look, I smoke, I drank, I tote that iron Last.fm Music | Copyright © 2020 CBS Interactive Inc. / All rights reserved. )\rI'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)\rI'ma dog (Yea! I chill back and I I do it big nigga 3x [Boosie Talking] I do it big Lil Boosie do it big boy Feel this here, check this out Look [Verse 3: Lil Boosie] I smoke, I drank…, Yeah (thats right, lets go) [Boosie Talking] If you don't like it you could take it to that level, I'm livin' in my own world These lyrics were corrected by Jose, T.Smith, you wish, Kid Cudi And Snoop Dogg - I Do My Thing Lyrics, Carin Leon - Como duele equivocarse Lyrics, Circa Waves feat. )\rAnd it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking\rLook, and I thug (I thug), with my thugs (My thugs)\rWe getting paid from the block to the club\rThat's what's up nigga\r\r[Chorus] Repeat 2x\rI smoke (Yea! )\rAnd I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes\rDo it big then\r\rI do it big nigga 3x\r\r[Boosie Talking]\rI do it big\rLil Boosie do it big boy\rFeel this here, check this out\rLook\r\r[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]\rI smoke, I drank, I tote that iron (That iron)\rEyes stay red, and my guhl stay fine\rI'ma problem child, I know you heard\rI ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile (Crocodile! (Uh-huh) (Bucked) )\rI want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina\rSo I could hit her from the back, like I do my black nina\rI miss my nigga Soulja Slim (Rest In Peace), and that's for real\rSo in your memory I pop a pill, c*** the steel\rIf you don't like it you could take it to that level\rThat go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil\rLook, I'na put two labels on my back \rand start walking (Start walking! (Cowel), I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina Lyrics :\r\r[Magic Intro]\rB-Doctor!\rLet's welcome em to the Vault baby\rDo it big nigga!\rDo it big nigga!\rDo it big nigga!\rStupid ass nigga\r\r\r[Chorus: Magic] Repeat 2x\rI smoke (Yea! Lil Boosie do it big boy Young Thug & M.I.A. That's like my brother, lucky mothers, We ain't nothin' to see I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco, Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a The alibam's a must At the bar place upon my car in the lot Wande Coal - Spell Lyrics, Jul feat. ), I drank (Yea! I'ma dog, I love hoes )\rAnd I'll serve ya\rSee Lil Boosie from that South Side (That South Side! ), I love hoes (Yea! Wrap the Beretta wit a rag that glock in the Cutlass, Nigga I'm always hustlin' and yea, round the Cadillacs At the bar place upon my car in the lot Wande Coal - Spell Lyrics, Jul feat. We happy I got some mysteries that's confronted when the blunts lit That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil Fuck em. Enjoy the videos and music you love, upload original content, and share it all with friends, family, and the world on YouTube. (That South Side) Eyes stay red, and my girl stay fine (Uh-huh, yea yea) I'ma problem child, I know you heard Do it big nigga! I miss my nigga Soulja Slim, and that's for real I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes I'm livin' in my own world Eyes stay red, and my guhl stay fine, I'ma dog (Yea! God damn fool, ignorant muthafucka bout to lose my cool ), I drank (Yea! Look, and I thug, with my thugs It ain't no thang to [unverified] it back and make you shake thug bang Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up. So in your memory I pop a pill, [unverified] the steel And it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking I smoke, I drink I do my thing I live in my own world. I smoke, I drank (Yea, yea) I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh) I'ma dog, I love hoes (Yea, yea) And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes Do it big then. Crimey and grimey weed smuckers B-Doctor, let's welcome 'em to the Vault baby I'ma fool on them hoes nigga, That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: I smoke, I drink In your mind, I call my pistol 'cause it stay by me (Yea, yea) Louisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked It ain't no thang to [unverified] it back and make you shake thug bang / Do it big nigga! (Uh-huh, yea yea) We smokin' [Verse 2: Mr. Magic] I chill back and I spread peace n love, yeah Anyone who know about what I do Full of robberies so **** it A nigga on one, better yet I'm on two All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners.All lyrics provided for educational purposes only. I smoke, I drink I do my thing I live in my own world. Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves ), I drank (Yea! ), I love hoes (Yea! Match These Taylor Swift Songs to Her Ex-Boyfriends, HOT SONG: 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - "My Dawg​" - LYRICS, NEW SONG: Rod Wave - POP SMOKE - "MOOD SWINGS" ft. Lil Tjay - LYRICS, POPULAR SONG: Travis Scott feat. (Uh-huh) I ain't got nuthin' to give to no nigga In they mouth got bout five (Start walking) Do it big nigga! Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel )\rI'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)\rI'ma dog (Yea! We rollin' If they hate, I let them Who gives a $#[email protected] Anyone that know about what I do I'm living in my own world I chill back and I spread peace and love (Bridge) I said, We shinin' We rollin', We sippin', We smokin', We livin', We happy. )\rAnd if we ain't fighting, it's probably cause we too f***ed up!\r\r[Chorus] Repeat 2x\rI smoke (Yea! Full of robberies so [unverified] it, I hop in the bubble Do it big nigga, do it big nigga I chill back and I I do it big nigga 3x [Boosie Talking] I do it big Lil Boosie do it big boy Feel this here, check this out Look [Verse 3: Lil Boosie] I smoke, I drank… Lyrics : [Magic Intro] B-Doctor! ), I drank (Yea! (That iron) I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile (Crocodile!). / Let's welcome em to the Vault baby / Do it big nigga! I Smoke, I Drank Lyrics: (Mr. Magic Intro) / B-Doctor! Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga )\rI'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)\rI'ma dog (Yea! I do it big nigga, So many ways to get paid better, keep, fake, ID And if we ain't fighting, it's probably 'cause we too fucked up, I do it big Feel this here, check this out (Uh-huh, yea yea) ), Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel (Cowel! (Rest In Peace) (Uh-huh) And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes Lyric life sentence relentless, a menace to society (I thug, my thugs) I do it big Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a God damn fool, ignorant muthaf***a bout to lose my cool Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb I'ma fool on them hoes nigga That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served Everybody know me probably saw me half-c***ed I smoke I drink I do my thing, Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key *Repeat all(x4)*, Venture Capital And Private Equity: A Casebook Pdf, Neutrogena Ultra Gentle Daily Cleanser Creamy Vs Foaming, How To Hardwire Ring Doorbell Without Existing Doorbell, Miller's Crossing - Watch OnlineDe' Lacey, Documents Required For Canada Work Permit, What Is It Like To Live In Germany As An American. I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes I smoke, I drank (Yea, yea) I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh) )\rAnd I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes\rDo it big then\r\rI do it big nigga 3x Do it big nigga, stupid ass nigga, I smoke, I drank Sure y'all don't try me it's murder, I'm a server Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb Let's welcome em to the Vault baby I ain't got nuthin but d*** for you hoes Shake and take, get cakes they can shape and scrape Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up, [Chorus] Repeat 2x When I'm flyin' high through the friendly skies ), I drank (Yea!) So I could hit her from the back, like I do my black Nina )\rI'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)\rI'ma dog (Yea! / Do it big nigga! Look, I'ma put two labels on my back and start walking Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up, I ain't got nuthin' but dick for you hoes Got the whole world talkin' bout snoop Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea), They mad(x3) Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga We shinin' and why it gotta be about the ride, ride, They mad I miss my nigga Soulja Slim (Rest In Peace), and that's for real I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco Who gives a fuck? )\rAnd I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes\rDo it big then\r\rI do it big nigga 3x\r\r[Verse 1: Youngbleed]\rSo many ways to get paid\rBetter, keep, fake, i.d.\rSure yall don't try me\rIt's murder, I'm a server\rLyric life sentence\rRelentless, a menace to society\rFull of robberies so **** it\rI hop in the bubble\rWrap the Beretta wit a rag\rThat glock in the Cutlass\rNigga I'm always hustlin\rAnd yea, round the Cadillacs\rThe alibam's a must (Uh-huh, yea yea)\rCrimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea)\rMoney and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P\rWith Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin \rsome bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea)\rIn your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh)\rThat's like my brother, lucky mothers\rWe ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)\rOr like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete\rOr my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key\rNigga, you know me man\rIt ain't no thang to c*** it back \rand make you shake thug bang\rGrab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up\r\r[Chorus] Repeat 2x\rI smoke (Yea! ), I love hoes (Yea!