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Stressing Me
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boosie Badazz
Boosie Badazz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Torrence Hatch Jr.
Torrence Hatch Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ B Real
DJ B Real
Producer

歌詞

Ke I said on rap city nigga I can't complain She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me) But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me) Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me) But I'm protected by his fears So death I don't fear... Through all the struggles (mannnn) Through all the pain (say that) Through all the rumors god still blessin boosie (fuckin right) Fuck a nigga god protected lil boosie Will a pussy nigga shoot me his spirit'll bullet proof me, Bless many things I dreamed bout when I was small 99 problems but he helped me get through em all (realll) Keep me healthy so I can get through to ya Every night I thank god I'm a super star Through all the murders, through all the jail time Coulda been indicted nigga kept it real? lane? line Long nights on the blocks, hands full of rocks He was that feeling tell ya take it in lil nigga She knoe he gettin money, so tell me why she trippin She just don't know bookoo hoes won't be up in her position Got a nigga stressed out (I ain't worried) Gettin 15 gs stay swervin... She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me) But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me) Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me) But I'm protected by his fears So death I don't fear... I know he blessed me this christmas, Gunna have a happy new year With all my family and my niggas Bread done got thicker, thanks to him God don't let em walk down on me like soulja slim A 100 thousand the first month, you know it's him This watch, this chain, this bracelet, God gone make me go for them Bitch I play a? butterem? Bad bitches lovin him, These streets ain't the place for me Police tryin to put a case on me, But god see that we all created equal Some hustle harder then others Regardless we all brothers Just come from different mothers Niggas I used to fuck with are? now me now? Got me thinkin to myself is they gunna try me now I called that, three hemis and a couple old schools I make a nigga bring that drama to ya whole crew They want my hand in my lap, lay me down I stay strapped with 50 rounds And it's goin down... She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me) But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me) Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me) But I'm protected by his fears So death I don't fear...
Writer(s): T. Hatch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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