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(feat. Trill Ent) [Lil' Boosie] Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing) Every album like a bird! If you buy Trill shit Then you buy that real shit! And the D.A. and the judge gone get it If they don't free Pimp C, bitch! And when I drop shit, it's hot shit! You know I ain lyin' I only gave y'all half the shit, but I got more in my mind! If you heard that green and yellow cd You bout love a lil nigga! You a girl, in this thug world You might wanna fuck a lil nigga! I don't really give a fuck About the fortune and fame I want the money So my daughter wouldn't have to beg, no mane! I'm in the studio, daily nigga! Wit my pen and my pad Where I run rhymes about my life And how I'm missin' my dad Letras de cancionesDedicated, to makin' these hundreds I get paid for my shows Niggaz hate it, cause' my name That's what takin' these hoes! Thirty-six zones, on the fuckin shelf at the stores Ya better get before it goes! .....And [Chorus: repeat 4X] Every album like a bird....steady flippin! Every album like a bird! [Lil' Boosie] My first album was bout a 7 (It was aight) But I talk me some shit About this world About these girls And how I dog, my bitch! My next album was bootleg Ain even come to the stores Cause a nigga stole it And they sold it for the price of some O! Six months later, they heard that For My Thugs The cd that have you niggaz and bitches tearin da club up! Huh! Ain nothing but raw rhymes No flashy shit, just hard times! Nigga don't wanna hear bout ballin If he ain' got a damn quarter! Ya hear me talkin' But to see that ghetto D, that's real shit! Cause I'm feelin' the power Cause I get 5 G's, to be on stage, for a half a hour! Shit, I heard... (Don't say no names) ... wanna holla! I want 2 billion dollars Not no million, you dick rider! I got two 24,80's dawg They filled up! With shit that'll make you get kill Or even kill us! Then I drop....huh! Then I drop again! And I get sicker every time I touch dat fuckin' pen! ...And [Chorus] Every album like a bird in a corner store Keep it real boy Trill got the good dope! See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe About an ounce of that good dolja We gone big blow! Wanna beef, motherfucker?! Ain no problem with that! I barely hit you in ya chest Made it come out ya back! And while you put yo look on hard I be rippin them tracks And by the time it hit the shelves I'll be gettin' it back! So many niggaz playa hatin' So I'm totin a gat Pistol grippin', steady waiting on a nigga to act! That's how you livin' when you on And ya got that crack And wake up with a new bone I can get left flat! So fuck that, ride strapped Give another nigga what he deserve And I'ma keep a bad bitch Cause I'm flippin' these birds! Trill niggaz bout to fuck it up I know you nerv (nervous) Because them niggaz got dope in them birds! [Chorus] From Letras Mania