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[Webbie

I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz niggaz in here
Trill Young Savage nigga im Webbie ya heard me look

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I fuck a till she real tired
and i aint fuckin wit her less she real fine i gotta lot money i gotta lie play me on dat funny
style gotta die why u spit dat nut out bitch apologize its real deal pimp shit bitch recognize bitch
say get her some shoes then i all u get is a big dick dat circumsized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez
u got dat LI so ima get dat other a mothafuckin straight gangsta dat who is i get outta line ima
stank ya dont even try murda murda kill kill all in my me i take dat beef shit and tenderize it i got
them fuckin skeletons all in my closet and it no class experiment some missing bitch

U want (I got dat)
(I got dat)
(I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
(I got dat)
(I got dat)
(I got dat)
Niggaz (Get at)

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I know u heard to me that beef aint but a word ya heard i creep and serve bullets they swerve and
ya nerves fuck u nigga i aint throwin no slurs all i know is streets and birds broads and cars and
malls big splurgin i used to steal wallets and purses now i wallets and purses all the real niggaz
while off my verses boot up and send boys to hurses dont get me started cause boy i might hurt ya
drunk as a alcoholic ill woop ya ass slap ya and kick ya and treat you like urkle swang thru and bang u
no i dont think u heard me ku klux hang u then light u and burn u young savage what u wan do nigga

U wan (I got dat)
(I got dat)
(I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
(I got dat)
(I got dat)
(I got dat)
Niggaz (Get at)

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We come threw we stomp u, u owe us we u we soldiers who want to knock a fuckin dome loose ima
always be a savage ima always tote dat plastic ima always be smart so boosie always gon masks im gon
always hit dat classic gon hold BR with a whip so sick dat make u boys turn around now we burnin off
da the sickest in the town boosie and webbie got dat crown u other niggaz bow down to the feet of
youngsta who dont sleep we body bag niggaz and we toe tag da feet we fuckin in da back seat we aint playin
wit no rookie we take dat money and we gon throw a party on dat pussy my style is too cold my niggaz
we run threw hoes pass'em like newports and rockin dem like new bauds got syrup by the case loads
we leanin like dem Texas boys and we dont karo dat shit we tryna stretch it boy and if u know me u
know me from gettin loaded u know me from lookin u know me from pistol toatin u know me from candy
coatin my cars wit superstars bondin my niggaz out when they stretchin behind bars (thug life webbie)