Bobby Boucher

Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah I'm reunited with, uh, all of my, uh, yeah-yeah I'm reunited with, uh, all of my I'm reunited with, uh I'm reunited with, uh Okay, okay I'm reunited with, uh, all of my vices, I can't I can't deny it, I still got fuckin' problems, I try I try to fight it, it don't, ain't try to hide it, go 'head Loc be my lady, I'm up a couple thousand Playin' roulette like Bobby Boucher Wa-Wa-Wa-Water on a Tuesday for all this D'Ussé I surely feel like I'm drunk I probably drink the Kool-Aid, that shit be packin' a punch It's like a jab to the face, I'm probably not gettin' up Fuck what you heard, nigga shit, gon' spin it Been independent, still with my twin, he can finish my sеntence I don't know her namе, but she one of my bitches, number exchange And I'm runnin' up in it, no funny business, I ain't on no weird shit, might probably spill this I ain't t-boz, and I sure ain't chilli', is it just me or the energy shiftin'? Nigga growin' up, might live to be the villain When a nigga die, hope they put me on buildings I'm out the space, you can never come near this I heard your tape, but I really ain't feel it Fresh out the woods, where they follow my footprints Credit store fucked up, know I got good dick Swervin' through the hood, brake screechin' like woodwinds I don't think about much, I really just do shit I'm reunited with, uh, all of my vices, I can't I can't deny it, I still got fuckin' problems, I try I try to fight it, it don't, ain't try to hide it, go 'head Loc be my lady, I'm up a couple thousand Playin' roulette like Bobby Boucher Wa-wa-water on a Tuesday for all this D'Ussé I surely feel like I'm drunk (Yeah) I probably drink the Kool-Aid, that shit be packin' a punch (Yeah) It's like a jab to the face, I'm probably not gettin' up I'm fuckin' Lady Luck inside my spaceship truck with the ankles up (Ooh-ooh) She like it long, she like it wide, and she sure love it rough I can't get a break, and she can't get enough After this, I'ma need- Scotty come beam me up, come clean me up Somebody come clean me up, on the scene I strut I ease like water on leaves, I glide on beats, I fly, I swim, I ski In eighty degrees, make these hoes freeze My nigga, please, my bank account got angel numbers Can't nobody save you but yourself I listened to God and talked to the Devil He'd do wonders for my health I died on Friday, came back Sunday Turned up Monday, man, what else? She said I taste like mango, dress like Django Still wanna eat me up You the weakest link, no we can't link up Keep things untouched, don't speak on such, I'm so in love I'm reunited with, uh, all of my vices, I can't I can't deny it, I still got fuckin' problems, I try I try to fight it, it don't, ain't try to hide it, go 'head Loc be my lady, I'm up a couple thousand Playin' roulette like Bobby Boucher Wa-wa-water on a Tuesday for all this D'Ussé I surely feel like I'm drunk I probably drink the Kool-Aid, that shit be packin' a punch It's like a jab to the face, I'm probably not gettin' up