Woorden: Lil Boosie. Bad Azz Mixtape. Beat This Pussy.

[Chorus:]
I kno lately dat we ain't did much ,but on my momma girl I promise I'm gon make dat up,I kno you sick of all dem bitches wit dem rumors,and lies,but how ever gets da weather you gon always be mine,and I'm gon stretch my time we can make thangs right,no more layin between dem sheets by yoself at night ,and I'm gon beat dat pussy up,beat dat pussy up, gurl im gon beat dat pussy up til you holla dats enough

[verse1:]
I walked outside,(look)I'm tired of dis man ,my juvey in da yard wit my draws in her hands, my girl looked at me said you dog as nigga,finna put dis knife i yo mutherfuckin liver(no u ain't)I couldn't say shit had to leave da house she punched me in my shit all I did was walk off,because I'm wrong ,but tonite when she go home I'ma keep callin her phone til she let me lay dat bone (fuck dat shit)my other bitch don put me on child support ,my nigga on da run slip and got on dat dope I need to fuck somein bad I got some preasure built up so da next thing I fuck she gon get extra ripped up I looked up to god told em fix dis shit(you gota fix dis shit)I got JLO at home I need my bitch ,look three in da morning girl still hanging up da phone she answer bring yo nasty ass home(girl I'm on my home)

[Chorus:]
now baby I kno lately dat we ain't did much ,but on my momma girl I promise I'm gon make dat up,I kno you sick of all dem bitches wit dem rumors,and lies,but how ever gets da weather you gon always be mine,and I'm gon stretch my time we can make thangs right,no more layin between dem sheets by yoself at night ,and I'm gon beat dat pussy up,beat dat pussy up, gurl im gon beat dat pussy up til you holla dats enough

[verse2:]
Man dis next time dis bitch hit me on my churp line bossie how my mouth was and I'm right on side my fuckin girl, oh you lettin dem hoes suck on my shit, i told her so she suck B but he jus played like he was me, she got quiet for a minute, i kissed on her neck, i played wit dat pussy and i got my gurl wet, she say i love yo black ass i said i love you too, anotha bitch dun hit me up, boosie wudda we do, she grabbed my phone, who is dis, hoe hung up she broke my shit, through out all my clothes and shit, and had a nigga mo sick, damn wat i dun did she like boosie you aint gone neva see yo muthafuckin kids, i tolda dat im sorry, im tired of lying, tired of seein my gurl cryin i need a second, third chance please dont get anotha man, its been months since i took you out, im always in dat fuckin south i wanna beat dat pussy up please dont put a nigga off

[Chorus:]
now baby I kno lately dat we ain't did much ,but on my momma girl I promise I'm gon make dat up,I kno you sick of all dem bitches wit dem rumors,and lies,but how ever gets da weather you gon always be mine,and I'm gon stretch my time we can make thangs right,no more layin between dem sheets by yoself at night ,and I'm gon beat dat pussy up,beat dat pussy up, gurl im gon beat dat pussy up til you holla dats enough

[verse 3:]
now lately, everybody been trippin, me, you, and the children everybody slippin, imma keep it real lets get it right lets have a dinner gurl candlel light, shit dat a be nice but the ice aint make ya happy, price aint make ya happy, but it wasnt all dat it was hoes who brought the madness, we use to laugh wit each otha, now we mad at each otha, in the bed we use to cuddle, now i barlely even fuck her, and everytime u gone i be thinkin of you, you got my thang rock hard gurl in fienin for you, when we first meet it was right on time you was Bonnie i was Claude, gurl you down to ride, please nigga im yo ride or die, thats wat i like to hear whisper softly in my ear, lets take it to the bank like cigar and hardly kill all these years down the drain, im 75% wrong but im workin to get betta mayne

[chorus:]
I kno lately dat we ain't did much but on my moma girl I promise I'm gon make it up I kno you sick of all these bitches wit these rumors and lies but hoever gets da weather you gon always be mine and I'm gon stretch my time and I'm gon make it right no more layin by yourself between yo sheets at nite and I'm gon beat da pussy up,beat da pussy,beat da pussy up til you holla dats enough

[outro]
Boosie bad azz on the track,(nigga) mouse on the beat, its more than beautiful baby believe dat, but we gotta go (i'll holla at cha) cause im on my way home, on my way home, on my way home, on my way home, dawg im on my way home, on my wasy home, and im gone beat da pussy up, beat da pussy up