Boosie Badazz - Thrilla lyrics
[Boosie Badazz - Thrilla lyrics]
Boosie badazz
Come from that mud life niggah, so you know
Whole family be thuggin', so
I live my life like like a thrilla
I live my life like a thrilla
Thug in my blood, little niggah with no love
Live my live like a thrilla
Thug in my blood, niggah with no love
And i get it out the mud
Live my life like a thrilla
All I give is pain, got the heart of a killa
I don't be playin games
Even stuck in chains, i remain
Bulletproof, pussy proof
Words can't explain bitch wat I
Could do to you
I'm a certified niggah, southside thrilla
Whole family, thug niggahs, drug dealers
Cold killas better pay what you owe niggah
It can get serious load Up ratttt, ratttttt
Realer shit not speakin just to rap
I'm speakin from experience
Only thing my uncles ever taught me
Was to whip a brick
The thug side feelin this
Them few choice niggas
RIP Lil Bleek lil big heart nigga
Showin' love from mafia type, to ridah type
Me and you, you and me, real shit
Survivin like
Clutch it, we might die tonight
Fuck it, it's watever god and my pistol
Guess with me I live my life a little thrilla
Since my younger days, I got
Payed for moves made, on the goon life
My daddy was a thrilla
And his brother certified
They told me, up it, bust
And clutch it everytime I ride
My La Familia we go live
You won’t find nothing realer
Ask my niggah city
He gon' tell ya I'ma thrilla
Got no love for these bitches
Promise you it’s M-O-B
Theres two things a hoe can tell me no-thing
I’m from the mud
Where that Caine and Able shit really exist
These niggas stunt hard
But in they heart they a bitch
Chop sticks, drop shit, close
Range, broad day
That thug shit them rappers talk
I’m bout all day
MJ, Ray Ray, and Tootie Daddy Boosie
So they thug they listen but in pictures
They throw 4’s and they blood
An while I was in the pen
Bitch niggahs built a case
I shitted in a bucket
And threw it in his fuckin face
Reppin for designers, I show big meech luv
I got big street luv and
It can't be duplicated
Thug here, boosie fade yeah I made it
In my section, they be reppin
They gon' tell ya I'm the greatest
We got cal-i-o babies, we calico crazy
I don't show no luv to these niggahs
Cause they shady
Been on my Soulja Slim shit
Bitch the streets made me
Get money, eat later ribs showing, fuck that
They be like mother fuck they body
Long as they pockets fat in the mud
They wear masks testifying on they man
They actions be like crack
Hard to understand do the murder man dance
Where I'm from by the river
But ain’t no nigga trying me over there
Cause I’m a thrilla niggahs play with me
And them fools was like my cousins
Was gon' let 'em ride, but my auntie told me
Bust 'em
Come from that mud life niggah, so you know
Whole family be thuggin', so
I live my life like like a thrilla
I live my life like a thrilla
Thug in my blood, little niggah with no love
Live my live like a thrilla
Thug in my blood, niggah with no love
And i get it out the mud
Live my life like a thrilla
All I give is pain, got the heart of a killa
I don't be playin games
Even stuck in chains, i remain
Bulletproof, pussy proof
Words can't explain bitch wat I
Could do to you
I'm a certified niggah, southside thrilla
Whole family, thug niggahs, drug dealers
Cold killas better pay what you owe niggah
It can get serious load Up ratttt, ratttttt
Realer shit not speakin just to rap
I'm speakin from experience
Only thing my uncles ever taught me
Was to whip a brick
The thug side feelin this
Them few choice niggas
RIP Lil Bleek lil big heart nigga
Showin' love from mafia type, to ridah type
Me and you, you and me, real shit
Survivin like
Clutch it, we might die tonight
Fuck it, it's watever god and my pistol
Guess with me I live my life a little thrilla
Since my younger days, I got
Payed for moves made, on the goon life
My daddy was a thrilla
And his brother certified
They told me, up it, bust
And clutch it everytime I ride
My La Familia we go live
You won’t find nothing realer
Ask my niggah city
He gon' tell ya I'ma thrilla
Got no love for these bitches
Promise you it’s M-O-B
Theres two things a hoe can tell me no-thing
I’m from the mud
Where that Caine and Able shit really exist
These niggas stunt hard
But in they heart they a bitch
Chop sticks, drop shit, close
Range, broad day
That thug shit them rappers talk
I’m bout all day
MJ, Ray Ray, and Tootie Daddy Boosie
So they thug they listen but in pictures
They throw 4’s and they blood
An while I was in the pen
Bitch niggahs built a case
I shitted in a bucket
And threw it in his fuckin face
Reppin for designers, I show big meech luv
I got big street luv and
It can't be duplicated
Thug here, boosie fade yeah I made it
In my section, they be reppin
They gon' tell ya I'm the greatest
We got cal-i-o babies, we calico crazy
I don't show no luv to these niggahs
Cause they shady
Been on my Soulja Slim shit
Bitch the streets made me
Get money, eat later ribs showing, fuck that
They be like mother fuck they body
Long as they pockets fat in the mud
They wear masks testifying on they man
They actions be like crack
Hard to understand do the murder man dance
Where I'm from by the river
But ain’t no nigga trying me over there
Cause I’m a thrilla niggahs play with me
And them fools was like my cousins
Was gon' let 'em ride, but my auntie told me
Bust 'em