Boosie Badazz

Boosie Badazz – Bottom Lyrics

Bottom Lyrics by Boosie Badazz


(On the bottom
On the bottom)
(Michail on the beat)

One at the foot, two at the head, my n***a
One ain’t shut up, one peed the bed, my n***a (Shut the f**k up)
Burglaries, that’s what fed my n****s (Yeah)
Bottom of the f****n’ map, that’s what bred my n****s
I’m talkin’ peanut butter, jelly
Go and f**k a b***h at the thirty-nine dollar telly (Telly)
And score a pack
Quick to lend a real friend ’cause I know he gon’ pay it back
If I slip, I know he gon’ kill a rat (Bang)
Hard for us to stack
‘Cause a n***a need hoes and clothes (Yeah)
Playin’ bingo with my hand when I saw me a rose
Now lil’ Boosie, he the man, and I drive me a Rolls
Top dawg, county boy, he gon’ blow
I want the whole world to know

No one can stop what God got for you, n***a (No one can stop what God got)
No one can stop what God got for you, n***a (No one can stop what God got)
No one can stop what God got for you, n***a
No one can stop what God got for you, n***a (Where we from?)
From the bottom, mayne (Where we from, n***a?)
From the bottom, mayne (Yeah)
From the bottom, mayne (Yay-yay)
‘Til the final thang, mayne

Couple hits, now I’m hot, with them sticks in the drop, wildin’ out
Goin’ seventy (Go all out, go all out)
No more bricks, b***h, I rap and I’m on
All my n****s comin’ home (Free my cousin’ crossin’ on)
N****s told me, “Get your money, motherfuck” (In that five)
Protect your bag, shoot a hundred, m**********r (Yeah, get that bag)
I was really raised the hard way (Hard way)
If I ain’t had it, I would take your Penny Hardaway (Penny Hardaway)
I had fame, cancer came, I had harder days (Oh Lord)
I thought ’bout runnin’ from parole and throwin’ it all away (Oh Lord)
Me and OG Dre sat on the couch and smoked a pound a day (Ayy)
Who ever thought I’d have a sack to smoke a pound a day (Real)

No one can stop what God got for you, n***a (No one can stop what God got)
No one can stop what God got for you, n***a (No one can stop what God got)
No one can stop what God got for you, n***a
No one can stop what God got for you, n***a (Where we from?)
From the bottom, mayne (Where we from, n***a?)
From the bottom, mayne (Yeah)
From the bottom, mayne (Yay-yay)
‘Til the final thang, mayne

No one can stop what God got for you, n***a
It ain’t where you from, it’s where you goin’
Same people talk about you, one day soon, they will copy you, n***a
When them diamonds hit your neck and you start glowin’
Then I got on the radio
Now they wanna do the rodeo
They say, his hood-a*s always talkin’ ’bout head
‘Cause in the hood, it ain’t about the p***y
But that you get the b***h head
It’s that bottom


BOOSIE BADAZZ LYRICS


Savage Holidays (2018)

01. Savage Holidays
02. Santa Claus of the Ghetto
03. Christmas List
04. P***y Got Me Like
05. Cold Outside
06. Bottom
07. Another Christmas Without My N****s
08. The B***h Who Stole Christmas
09. Christmas Lights
10. War Stories
11. This Christmas
12. New Years Resolution
13. Track Life Forever

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