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Yeah, trill entertainment young savage
I'm all the way gangsta I heard they wanted G-shit Well, I'ma G it to you nigga Tell me what you know about me W E be be I E A K A trill E N T Young S A V A G E nigga In the streets that where I be that's where I'm at 'cause That's where I was way before the fuckin' rap 'cause Tryin' law cap get yo ass capped 'cause Or in the muthafuckin' trunk behind the speakaz I pack gatz like them old school beepaz Bitch you got that work but you workin' them people, yeah Talkin' shit like a hoe about me huh So like a man I'ma murk you when I see ya Catch yo bitch on that cell phone shoot up up her Nokia You ain't stupid you got ears bitch you know I'm for real Get that chainsaw and let you feel that pain that I feel Slice yo ass all the way down from yo brain to yo ear You want G-shit shit You want G-shit shit You want G-shit shit You want G-shit shit Well, I'ma give it to ya Well, I'ma give it to ya Well, I'ma give it to ya Well, I'ma give it to ya I'm about business nigga an' in the kitchen nigga Got long bread I can hit you from long distance nigga I'ma bad bitch getta, a picky picky nigga Gotta have a straight face some ass and some titties nigga I'ma untamed gorilla cut throat muthafucka Threw my eighteen years I done pulled all types of hustles You don't wanna start nothing 'cause the whole boot comin' Might ass well ask Stevie Wonder nigga I ain't seen nothing Fuck another nigga business I'ma mind my own Before I get in another nigga shit I'ma find my own Yeah, play with me and bullets slang like stones Ain't no sense in wearing vestes 'cause those bullets catch domes But'cha know my vest I never leave without that Since them pussy ass niggas tried to shoot in my chest We want that real gangsta shit that's what the real niggas stress Put the savage in the mic it's a bet You want G-shit shit You want G-shit shit You want G-shit shit You want G-shit shit Well, I'ma give it to ya Well, I'ma give it to ya Well, I'ma give it to ya Well, I'ma give it to ya I ain't at home unless I'm right where the block at I keep a ghetto ass bitch out the projects Don't sell weed 'cause I smoke it bitch I sell crack Don't buy pussy 'cause it's free bitch I buy lacs I got stacks 'cause I'm all about cake Real niggas I done jacked real niggas bare face Keep a muthafucka K, keep more than one clip I'ma muthafuckin' playa I keep more than one bitch The real deal so they steal my shit It's all trill real rappers don't stop with these hits It comes to real, I'm the realest, I'm the trill familylidist You want gangsta shit so that's how you gone get it You want G-shit shit You want G-shit shit You want G-shit shit You want G-shit shit Well, I'ma give it to ya Well, I'ma give it to ya Well, I'ma give it to ya Well, I'ma give it to ya |
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| 2. |
| 4:08 |
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trill fam. young savage you can catch me (catch me)
fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee (fresh tee) we two crucial ass hoes yea that's me (that's me) look at him his eyes closed he ain't even sleep say boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here nigga slow down you betta think about big head and pimp y'all want that savage shit (savage shit) i gotta represent y'all want some rider shit (rider shit) well here it is then (chorus: repeat 2x) how you ridin? bad bitch hair did nails feet too how you ridin? leather seats tv's with the beat too how you ridin? gettin big behind tint you can't see through and my rims way bigger than yours (webbie) red truck, blue truck, green truck, black truck suburban, excursion, that tahoe, that 'llac truck fuck it a bucket, a delta, a cutlass a regal, a montigue whatever you thuggin' it's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with grey sound when summer hit you gotta keep the roof up or it go down that bad bitch now she be in that mustang or that sebring or stuntin her ass off in that '05 her man bought how much your paint cost? look like it just got rained on tell me this when you stop do your rims stop or they keep goin your nissan, your neon, your old man caprice own you finna take off them twenties and put them big 23's on watchin the latest dvds with the tv's on it's hot ac in winter can turn your heat on you hear them loud pipes as soon as you put your feet on bicycles, motorbikes, whatever you on the street on (chorus) (webbie) you went the cheap route or do that deck pop out you gon' let that tech pop out if that mess pop out how you ridin want you ain't worried bout flossin you hollerin fuck what i'm talking your shit better than walkin it's five stickers up on it look like the junkyard on it the 26's up on it and boocu bitches up on it what kina motor up in it think it can fuck with that hemi i gotta cutlass 350 will leave your ass by a distance you ain't customly did it or oringally interior your like them westside niggaz'll sit that thang on them switches them by 9's be tickin you broke the rearview mirrors but that's the 415 shit i run with the 412 i gotta 'llac chrome grill on the factory rims hoes piled up in here all on laps be still cant wait to get to the room nimblin on my ear y'all gon' get it just chill let me control this wheel (chorus) (webbie) hot gun half a bird man i ride like that i ain't even tryna swerve i just drive like that with a beyonce face and some thighs like that attitude like trina and a ass that fat fuck it i done told my cousin you can have that lac gon get your shine on watch what i'm gon' snatch i don't know but off the top i'm spendin 85 stacks with them cozy ass seats that massage my back jacksonville, mississippi a-town y'all niggaz wit me they talk funny but them boys makin money in new york city took some trips up to houston be all the d-town bootin greg street whats happenin to they love that gangsta musik if you gon' do it then do it from the benzes to buicks let your ends look stupid drop them up 22 it y'all niggaz is clueless don't you worry bout trill this another hit for y'all stupid clowns to steal gametime |
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| 3. |
| 4:02 |
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[Chorus]
Like that like that, Bounce ya ass like that like that. Bounce that ass like that like that. Bend over let me see it from the back. Like Beyonce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black diva, like a Stripper, up and down like flippa, bend over let me see it from the back. Double shots of hennessy Let it get you groovy. Gone work yo ass do ya thang, I'm a do me. I done switched to doucher, And the switcher got a room key. Act like you auditioning for a video or movie, Bend towards the floor I want your hands where your toes be. I'm a Squeze all on you booty all nasty, Done made 18 girl I'm legal you can harass me. Cash and a bemmer I can't seem to find a bad beat, A big fat ass like Trina make me happy. Titties shake thighs shake vibrate while she dancing, Like to shake her ass like Ciara real fancy. Wonder if Ciara can shake her ass on this nine piece, Betcha Jada Pinkett shake that ass real classy Ain't ready for the real betacha she be actin' Will have it. You see me I'm picky I rate that ass, I got a ask 50 how Vivica shake that ass Like Beyonce, like Trina, Like a big bootie ass black diva, Like a stripper, up and down like Flippa, bend over let me see it from the back. Like Beyonce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black Diva, like a stripper, up and down like flippa, Bend over let me see it from the back. You see big fine you when I find you, I'm a beat that pussy from behind you. Mess yo lil' thang up girl I ain't tryin' to, I'm trill young savage boo must I remind you. All I need is one night and just a few minutes, I'm a handle that there and then I'm through wit it. Tell me is you bullshittin' or is you cool wit it, Our baby parents ain't got nothing to do wit it. I want a J. Lo yonce' coke bottle shape object, Cook soul food bake cake straight out the projects. A female savage straight bad bitch prospect, Baby Phat, Apple Bottem big booty Gucci and Prada. I be lookin' for the kinda lil' mama that's bout some dollars, 350 dollar bottles that's all she want to swalla. And if you ain't a big balla she ain't even trying to holla, She gone take ya lil' measly dollas and walk off like a model. Like Beyonce, like Trina, Like a big bootie ass black diva, Like a stripper, up and down like Flippa, bend over let me see it from the back. Like Beyonce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black Diva, like a stripper, up and down like flippa, Bend over let me see it from the back. I need something like Nia Long make you wanna bring her home, Feed her bone and don't even treat her wrong. Ever seen that movie monster ball, Bend over like Halle Berry on that part when ole boy knocked her off. I'm a dog I like it soft I like to rub I like to grip, To tell the truth I like them loose cause me and my thugs we like to flip. I like the friends who get involved all the broads say I'ma trip, I like the picture takin' pictures while you catch it on ya lip. I like to sneak and take ya shoppin' when ya niggas start to trip, Drink my liquor out the bottle on his couch and watch you strip. Stick a couple fingers in ya make it tickle make ya drip, Make ya holla like I'm robbin' ya like a pimp and then I dip. I want to get an ounce of hydro get Alicia eyes low Take her to the suite and make her hit all of her high notes. Strapped up fa sho' cause I don't trust no hoes anybody can go Eazy E perfect example. Like Beyonce, like Trina, Like a big bootie ass black diva, like a stripper, up and down like Flippa, bend over let me see it from the back. Like Beyonce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black Diva, like a stripper, up and down like flippa, Bend over let me see it from the back. |
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| 4. |
| 3:12 |
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[Webbie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit
[Boosie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit [Webbie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit [Boosie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit [Webbie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit [Boosie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit [Webbie] Now if you ever catch me leanin to the side red eyes in my ride wit the music up high bad bitch up on my side I might be gettin on her ass or im gettin on her thighs flag me down dont even try it Im Full Of Dat Shit [Lil Boosie] Now you might catch me wit my cutie riddin bumpin dat Boosie one hand on the wheel the otha hand on her coochie big stacks,big gats,Nextel Motorolas doja afta doja Im Full Of Dat Shit [Webbie] In tha club by the bar wit my niggas we twistin gars spendin 50's wit my boys jumpin stompin makin noise on tha block servin junkies makin money dumpin toys I aint in tha mood 4 it Im Full Of Dat Shit [Lil Boosie] We in tha club throwin bows pourin 4's blowin joes fresh clothes got a nigga head dro V.I.P doors is where we go when we go party dat ex got us retarded (extasy) Im Full of Dat Shit [Webbie] Duckin off countin cheese wit Bossie in Tennessee red bitches on there knees suckin and catchin ceemen wit some dark lopes on the sun aint even beamin you aint even tryna see me Im Full Of Dat Shit [Lil Boosie] Im in da room wit sumthin nasty big fine and sassy on top dat girl be actin she even call me daddy I hit her in tha caddy on tha way to the classic fell asleep all in traffic Im Full Of Dat Shit [Webbie] In the room wit sumthin sexy caramel complexion both of us butt naked dont give it 2 me i'll take aint no time fo no cakin im stabbin it like im Jason im swervin like im crazy Im Full Of Dat Shit [Lil Boosie] U can catch me by tha school zone wit my McKinley blue on wit a tool on that'll have you you you and you gone you niggaz hatin on a boy cuz we Trill and we drink all nite Im Full Of Dat Shit [Webbie] Sharp as a bow-and-arrow 2 deep in da Camaro clutchin a double barrel hollin "bitch it dont matta" wit da class clown actin no sense n goin get dat paddle dat'll have me actin badda Im Full Of Dat Shit [Lil Boosie] Im n da room wit Halle Berry I swear dis gurl Halle Berry cuz she shave around her cherry and she smile when she get ready and her people got dat fetti we riddin heavy chevys gettin high err second Im Full Of Dat Shit [Webbie] On my way 2 da mall wit a bad lil broad slob all ova my balls she lickin em' through muh draws got my main mayne wit im hittin em' on tha phone thats my motha fuckin dawg Im Full Of Dat Shit [Lil Boosie] I hit da stage buckin hard got tha whole club rockin Hennessy and Hypnotic got me thinkin bout tha projects stop it thats my goal nigga errtime u see me im pourin 4's niggaIm Full Of Dat Shit [Webbie] Drivin on tha side walk in tha dark like i dont care flyin through tha stop signs like dem bitches wasnt dere steady bouncin 2 the ceilin spillin Hennessy and beer be done shot ya in ya ear Im Full Of Dat Shit [Lil Boosie] Im in New Orlenes wit Lil Wayne platinum chains platinum women if the girl stick me then you know they come and get me they goin rub me they goin lick me they goin keep a nigga smilin i cant stop wildin Im Full Of Dat Shit |
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| 5. |
| 4:28 |
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(Oh) Girl give me that
(Oh Oh Oh) Girl give me that Girl give me that (pussy) (Oh Oh Oh) Girl give me that Girl give me that (pussy) (Oh Oh Oh) Girl give me that there Girl give me that pussy (Oh Oh Oh) Girl give me that <i>[Webbie - Verse 1]</i> You know you want it Girl don't act like you don't want it Girl I want it just as bad as you do And look see I can tell from this lil vibe You got me feeling that you dig me Boo I'm digging you too You wanna be one of the chosen few Then gon jig up in this motherfucker Maybe me and you can do it big up in this motherfucker Sit you in a crib where you can chill Don't have to move a muscle Give you some be good now you be good Daddy gon hustle Come here let me Whisper in your ear I gotta tell you something Listening to this song kinda make a nigga want something Did some daydreaming Now I'm fiending like I'm on something Girl don't hold it from me Cause right now I'll be don strong on ya I ain't the type to ruin your life By running game and throwing your dreams Get in your brain suit your game Ease your pain and show you things Sit you on some leather seats while blowing green And switching lanes Girl stop playing games let me beat it out the frame <i>[Chorus - repeat 4X]</i> Girl give me that pussy Girl give me that Girl give me girl give me that there <i>[Bun B from UGK - Verse 2]</i> She five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds Thirty six twenty four thirty eight pretty fine brown Bad lil broad I ain't seen her in a minute Since the All-Star game and I'm still tryin to hit it Got a baby for this nigga that I used to sell things He caught a fed case and he ain't leave her no change She sold all his jewels she sold all his cars Now she dancing in the shaker club stripping for the stars Sliding down the pole slow drop it to a split Pussy popping on a handstand man she the shit She still looking tight though Still built right though Run my game right and after the club She might go back to the telly with me Shake her jelly with me Let my people bust on her face and her belly with me I got Lil Webbie with me and he ain't hating We some players in this bitch so baby stop hesitating <i>[Chorus - repeat 4X]</i> Girl give me that pussy Girl give me that Girl give me girl give me that there <i>[Webbie - Verse 3]</i> Now I can tell from your size that that pussy is fire So I'm here and willing to give you whatever it require For you to lay down on your back and then open your thighs Long sharp deep and wide have you rolling your eyes You a big fine horse I had no choice but to try it Look like it's worth a couple g's but ain't some shit I buy Let me whisper in your ear again I ain't gon lie I might share a lil meal just don't tell nobody Look you know you want it Girl don't act like you don't want it Girl you want it just as bad as I do But check this out You gon be wishing that you been gave me your number By the time I finish rumbling with you Wop, Wop get loose, let's take this shit to the room And you just keep yourself excited til we get to the room Cuz I've been rocked up since I met you I'm ready to give you the blues Don't stunt now take off your shoes Don't act confused you know what time it is <i>[Chorus - repeat 4X]</i> Girl give me that pussy Girl give me that Girl give me girl give me that there |
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| 4:00 |
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Young Savage, I gotta give it to 'em
Come on, crank it up, crank it up, crank it up Say hello to tha nigga dat came from nuttin' Now I got boo koo whips, boo koo chips Boo koo clips, I'm thuggin' Everywhere I go I get hoes, my girl be buggin' And I fuck wit nuttin' but killas nigga I ain't bluffin' The block hot like dat got damn oven My team got weight we steaks y'all chicken McNuggets Death right around tha corna comin' for me it ain't nuttin' I'm out chea wit a machine somethin' dats green somethin' But I be clean as a whistle dou Come on playa get ya hoe, she tryin' to kiss me Like we standin' unda the missletoe Bogaurdin' dat pussywhole, man, we had dat same bitch At da six suckin' dick doin' tootsie roll Mane y'all lil bitches ain't shit couldn't make 10 Gs If one of deez niggas gave y'all a brick Y'all fakin' y'all shit, imitatin' my hits I'm takin' ova what a nigga got to say about da shit Stop playin', man, I hope you lil niggas ready I heard da streets out hea yellin' for Webbie, I'm tellin' you nigga Stop playin', y'all nigga betta get on ya shit Or get you some bricks or get you a hit get serious 'cause I'm sayin', the Savage work to hard for dis I'ma get to da top of Tha list regaurdless pussy bitch hold up Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up, nigga Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up I'll leave one of y'all lil rap niggas stankin' before this rap I was hangin' What da fuck y'all lil rap niggas thankin' While you was gettin' ya grades up I was gettin' my change up a gangsta armed and dangerous Dey tellin' me commercial my flow but Bun be said, "No Keep it gutta lil nigga, don't change it up" Y'all pussy niggas hang it up hollin' trill y'all ain't us Boo gave me a light and a mike told me crank it up Partna I got ya you just chill and watch me take over dat streets have And dees niggas freaks jockin' We been distributers so let's distrub hits and profits I'm all real so ain't no way in hell dey can stop us Leave my niggas da blocks and get dis legal money poppin' And ride and smoke doja dat potion da top droppin' Da heat unda the seat rims spinnin' all chrome TVs fliippin' cell phone and I ain't lyin' dat nigga on Stop playin', man, I hope you lil niggas ready I heard da streets out hea yellin' for Webbie, I'm tellin' you nigga Stop playin', y'all nigga betta get on ya shit Or get you some bricks or get you a hit get serious 'cause I'm sayin', the Savage work to hard for dis I'ma get to da top of Tha list regaurdless pussy bitch hold up Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up, nigga Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up I'm in da streets like dem yellow lines or a new SUV I'm in da hood all da time like a burned CD Some G Nikes or some Jays or some fresh ass rees Hard, soft, pills, weed, rain, snow, hail, sleet And I ain't goin' home until everythang gone It don't neva take long, I keep orders on my phone Wit a sick click wit me wit a big clip wit me Wit dat good white pretty big zip 650 I'm da eat on da streets a beast on da beats Da puzzle to the piece dey need to make dis industry complete I'll run it so neat, so fresh, so clean I can go on any street no vest wearin' bling I'm trill young savage, I do my thing straight No king no prince no queen And I'ma leave it right dea Wish a nigga get crunk I ain't shootin' no curves no slurs straight pumps Stop playin', man, I hope you lil niggas ready I heard da streets out hea yellin' for Webbie, I'm tellin' you nigga Stop playin', y'all nigga betta get on ya shit Or get you some bricks or get you a hit get serious 'cause I'm sayin', the Savage work to hard for dis I'ma get to da top of Tha list regaurdless pussy bitch hold up Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up, nigga Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up |
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| 7. |
| 4:19 |
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Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes Man I live up in B.R, I'ma die up in B.R I got shit to do today so I can't die until tomorrow I done stole a bag of dro I'm gettin' high 'til tomorrow Nigga play with me right now I'm bussin' nine 'til tomorrow My shit got a bad motor I ain't promised 'til tomorrow So as long as I got gas I'ma drive it 'til tomorrow Lookin' for a bitch that's bad so we can act until tomorrow Put that hoe up on this dro and beat that ass until tomorrow Baby momma ass just gonna be mad until tomorrow Me and boosie rollin' guards and acting bad 'til tomorrow How 'bout we get pessy drunk and then stagger until tomorrow Yo bitch tight, I want me borrow her, let me have her 'til tomorrow Don't give a fuck about who smellin' when its comin' out ya car I'm inhalin' and exhalin' gettin' blunted 'til tomorrow Let's go posted up at the spot and make some change 'til tomorrow If I'm laid shit I might do the same thang tomorrow Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes I was s'pose to go drop my red bone off or not For some fit she trynna cop said she need right now What had happen was I had stopped by my nigga be spot And he had a big blunt of that dro and I forgot I was s'pose to go to the studio I got some hits to drop But a bitch had hit me on the phone and told me to come pick her up Cause how she fuck my dick got hard She tellin' me how she so wide She took those draws off and I forgot Went to check the mailbox Some sepeana from the mothafucka Tellin' me my court date in two weeks for beatin' on my older woman Showed up at that hoe apartment Smokin' somethin' ran into her Put it in her mouth and charges dropped Man you know a nigga Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes When I walk up in the mall with that big ass stack Fresh kicks fresh boes with the jersey to match You know I got to do it big nigga give me the hat Manager comin' out the back 'cause all he smell is that dro When I go and see my hoes my eyes be all low My clothes be full of smoke they mommas be knowin' I'm blowed Them ghetto mommas don't trip they be askin' you got some mo' Let her momma hit the dro and all she smell is that dro When I hit the club they can tell 'cause I'm puttin' it in the air Hoes ask can they hit niggas askin' is it for sale Security don't be trippin' they puttin' in the air When you in here that's all you smell high dro is what we smokin' When we be Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes Laid way back behind black gettin' blowed Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes |
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| 8. |
| 4:03 |
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Look hop in my ride
Stash this, Hold that, Be cool turn The sound up and roll that Now you my gutta bitch Lil moma don't get it twisted No trippin, No house buiness you kno I got other bitches I mean its plain and clear im a mother fuckin player don't worry about the other teammates long as you straight and takin care of Look here don't worry about me boo Just worry bout you fallow my playa hand rules and everything will go smooth Just wait for me ill be back I aint gon be gone long Gotta make a couple rounds hold it down while im gone This some gutta ass G, shit girl I cant tell ya I love ya but you aint just some other ho I kinda got feelins fo ya you just play you your part right don't slip An stay focus somebody might get laid off and you'll just get promoted been thugin like you supose ta real to me vise-versa I kno you wont get close to it Aint the time im andy cursor [chorus] You my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets Man look you my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep My secrets Im a hustla I don't have quality time to spend on what im sayin And then im split it in 10's So like a man ima come as soon as I come Let me beat it cuz I don't kno when ima be leavin again Thats just me That how I play it I hit the pole and roll cuz I kno no money and drugs done come to the front door Now don't go and get it wrong Thinkin im actin funny I cant give you to much time because time is money And if my main boo knew you just don't know what she'll do to you Ohh, she might go off and get to shootin you so on the real Keep it cool is what we gonna do Ahh ah don't call me ima call you You miss my call then fuck it Don't do that *67 Call back or nothin Gotta keep that low profile Gotta be up to par You gutta bitch You betta not get me caught You my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets Man look you my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep My secrets See you gota old man I respect that I aint even gonna check that Thats real I betta get the same respect back When you see me wit my old lady Ridin in my cadillac I don't wanna horn ta honk And I don't want a smile back You do that shit I bet we aint gon be smilin back We might just swerve on yo ass straight up tryin to handle that Ill wright you Sign it webbie Theres no need to rep it I wana fuck her too so don't even tell ur best friend Talkin all that gansta shit realy don't impress me But keppin it on the down low then ill be impressed then Don't even tell ur damn self It aint nobodys buisness what we do where we go how we come where we been You my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets You my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets |
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| 9. |
| 4:00 |
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[Webbie Talking]
Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz niggaz in here Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga I'm Webbie ya heard me look [Verse 1:] I fuck a bitch till she real tired And I ain't fuckin wit her less she real fine I gotta lot money I ain't gotta lie play me on dat funny Style nigga gotta die why you spit dat nut out bitch apologize its real deal pimp shit bitch recognize bitch Say get her some shoes then I reply all you get is a big dick dat circumsized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez You got dat LI so ima get dat other kind a mothafuckin straight gangsta dat who is I get outta line ima Stank ya don't even try murda murda kill kill all in my eyez 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 bodies bitch [Chorus] you want beef (I got dat) Dope (I got dat) Hoes (I got dat) Dro (I got dat) Money (I got dat) Cars (I got dat) Pistol (I got dat) Niggaz (Get shot at) [Verse 2:] I know you heard to me that beef ain't nothin but a word ya heard I creep and serve bullets they swerve and Calm ya nerves fuck you nigga I ain't 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 feel wallets and purses all the real niggaz While off my verses boot up retarded and send boys to hurses don't get me started cause boy I might hurt ya Drunk as a alcoholic ill woop ya ass purple slap ya and kick ya and treat you like urkle swang through and bang you No I don't think you heard me ku klux klan hang you then light you and burn you young savage what you wan do nigga [Chorus] You wan beef (I got dat) Dope (I got dat) Hoes (I got dat) Dro (I got dat) Money (I got dat) Cars (I got dat) Pistol (I got dat) Niggaz (Get shot at) [Verse 3:] [Boosie] We come threw we stomp you, you owe us we chomp you 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 wear masks I'm gon Always hit dat classic gon hold BR down with a whip so sick dat make you boys turn around now we burnin off Da ground the sickest in the town boosie and webbie got dat crown you other niggaz bow down to the feet of Some youngsta who don't sleep we body bag niggaz and we toe tag da feet we fuckin in da back seat we ain't playin Wit no rookie we take dat money and we gon throw a party on dat pussy my life style is too cold my niggaz We run threw hoes pass'em down like newports and rockin dem like new bauds got syrup by the case loads We leanin like dem Texas boys and we don't karo dat shit we ain't tryna stretch it boy and if you know me you Know me from gettin loaded you know me from lookin sported you know me from pistol toatin you know me from candy Coatin my cars rollin wit superstars bondin my niggaz out when they stretchin behind bars (thug life webbie) |
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| 4:26 |
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[Repeat x2]
Is it my cars, is it my clothes That make these ho's want fuck fo' sho Is it my style the way I roll That makes these haters want hate some mo' Is it that fifth that I drink, when I'm in my whip wit the fresh ass paint That make these ho's Want look at my face An make these niggas Wan be at my place Or tell me is it my shirt, That cost three hundred That make me have to go to heaven with a gun, Gone make a nigga hate my mommas son Maybe it's my style, this the way I come Or maybe its these ho's That I've done be's Maybe is yo sista or yo niece Or how I rock my boes wit no crease Or how I'm just so throwed and off the leash or Tell me is it these shoes on my feet, An how they matchin my fists so perfectly That make a hata wanna Go about they way on me Nigga I don't even you, want to hate on me [Repeat x2] Is it my cars is it my clothes That make these ho's want fuck fo' sho Is It my style the way I roll That makes these haters want hate some mo' Is it my bitch? If it is which one Moly bitch up in the city Or the one in the country O how a nigga so hot numba one In the country, ever since I did it big Big money big stuntin' Or is it my nigga that ? Bun be, Y'all don't like hearing me With the UG Kings or Tell me is it my looks, That make you ho's scream And how every mouth all witten want suck on me, Or tell me is it that screen As you see inside, When I be high rollin by Let me cop one ride Or tell me is it my style how I'm just so fly Now a nigga so wow plus I'm on right now Tell me is it my hood, How that bitch rode 365/24 wit them quarters and ho's Or how I holla at my people Befo they get you some mo' Handalin' Bentleys with the People to avoid them folks [Repeat x2] Is it my cars is it my clothes That make these ho's want fuck fo' sho Is It my style the way I roll That makes these haters want hate some mo' Is it my cake, or my bundles of crack Or how I made this here whip Mannie Fresh on the track Or is it the platinum plaque I'm about to snatch Cause you know I signed a deal And it my turn to act Go put them big 24's And that brand new Lac |
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| 11. |
| 4:25 |
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Trill Entertainment nigga mic check, Webbie and Boosie
Ya heard me, this how its goin down nigga, check it out Back up bitch, back up bitch, back up C'mon, trill entertainment Yo hood can't fuck with mine Now I know, that you ain't really bout that shit that you be talkin' about And you be just runnin' ya mouth but you'll get knocked out, drug out the club house Showin' up with yo thugs, me and my thugs'll make yo thugs bounce I, suggest that you respect it, disrespect Ill have to check it and when I check it gets hectic You don't want no savage doin no damage to yo section, While I fuck yo baby mama she say fuck my babydaddy If a nigga wants some static let'em have that's the G-Code, Since 94' I been throwed up in beast mode Street life is all I know, sellin yo money, Cars and clothes run for real don't fuck with hoes, unload and reload We G's y'all hoes, y'all ain't ready to swang with us, Since youngstas growin' up y'all people wouldn't let y'all hang with us Yo people prolly 'don't play with guns boy they dangerous', My peeps don't play with guns they stay with guns and I slang 'em Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up Back up back up back up bitch back up Bitch back up back up back up Bitch back up Back up back up back up bitch back up Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up Back up back up back up bitch back up Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up Back up back up back up bitch back up Now when I enter this bitch I was ready to get off in my some shit, Cause I love my hood and I'm a represent in this bitch Now in the parkin lot, I had that for glock Ready that jig goin' keep me hype when I be watchin' over Webbie In my city A.P. glocks and Smith and Weston, Thugs who be second guessin' them the ones who be restin' God gave me a blessin, told me get the crowd crunk, Say Boo don't change yo style give the crowd what they want (look) Now I'm that rumble in the jungle 2004 Hummer stunna, My momma she still wonder why her sons a young gunner Back back, back back, get out my way let me mob, All that poppin' in a nigga played out in 95' Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up Back up back up back up bitch back up Bitch back up back up back up Bitch back up Back up back up back up bitch back up Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up Back up back up back up bitch back up Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up Back up back up back up bitch back up I see y'all actin nigga, oh yeah y'all act a fool, Betta' stop that actin' lil' savage'll beat you black and blue I been abused you gotta excuse my attitude, Plus I been smokin' Hy-dro and drinkin' yak and bruise I been a fool out here packin tools s Ince middle school I been a fool I had the most lud up in the school, A phone book a referrals I ain't follow no rules Be quite in class, don't act back and raise ya hands was old rules I skipped the class act the ass and sold some crack to white dudes Between class smoked Kools and big blunts before school Straight up, many niggas glad I ain't go to your school, Played them hoes I woulda played you like a hoe too That's tat boy I don't, he start fights erywhere he goes to, But proudly I don't give a fuck, try me I'll fight you Hold up back up a bit you fuckin' up my white shoes, Alright I ask you once, bitch move! Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up Back up back up back up bitch back up Bitch back up back up back up Bitch back up Back up back up back up bitch back up Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up Back up back up back up bitch back up Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up Back up back up back up bitch back up |
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| 12. |
| 4:11 |
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The girl be cooking and cleaning and cleaning and cooking
She be constantly douching and cleaning her pussy And when she step on the scene everybody be looking And to get in them jeans everybody be wishing But she only want players who far from rookie And if you ain't got the cake Can't play with the nookie Her titties sitting pretty and she soft as a cushion If you try to holla she might holla she tooken And she walk like a bad bitch talk like a bad bitch And go and get her hair and shit fixed is a habit Now bad bitch go and buy Finch more than average And bad bitches get to take trips with the savage Can never tell a bad bitch a freak she too classy But shit I can tell from her lips that she nasty Expensive ass pant-ses grip to them asses She mean as a pitbull sweet like care-bear [Chorus] Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) Now see I can impress a bad bitch the girl gon smile Caress the bad bitch now the girl gon wild I'll feed it and treat it like that's my child Then freak it up and beat it up and that's my style You get a lot of head when your bread in piles Cause I'm on right now and I'm saying that loud A trifling ass bitch make the big dog growl A bad ass bitch make the big dog proud Which one is the baddest That's the one I'm having The with no kids or just one baby daddy And she ain't hard-headed Can listen and respect it And you ain't a bad bitch if you got bad credit A thong and press-ons and know how to cook neckbones I want the MVP with that throwback dress on Don't like to get dirty and don't mind working And she don't mind giving me some mouth and lip service [Chorus] Now make yourself seen Cause you a bad bitch Girl you a bad bitch Yeah you a bad bitch Now show your ass off Cause you a bad bitch Girl you a bad bitch Yeah you a bad bitch Man I love them bad bitches with them sexy ass tattoos Them bad bitches with them bad bitches attitudes She a damn a fool got a crib she'll let me camp Make sure her nigga stay filled with them foodstamps I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that mean man Own damn house flossed out big screen man I bring the whole hundred shit what you gon do for me man Look at her own income she a beast man Bad bitches holla business first then streets man She ain't crying over no nigga she ain't weak man The kinda bitch that put a real nigga on his feet man [Chorus:Repeat x2] Come here fa sho Trill Entertainment nigga I'm Webbie nigga My name ain't Weebie ya heard me Get it right Mouse on the track 2004 this my year right chea I'm out this bitch I need a bad bitch That's a bad bitch |
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| 4:03 |
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Hey, I Need Another Plate Nigga, Fuck
Yup, Im A Get Seconds, Then Im A Get Thirds, Then Im A Get Fourths, Then Im A Get Fifths, Im A Keep On Eating. Look Niggas Posted On They Block Nose Way Around The Corner Sniffin Nutz Around Here Man, You Stay Way Around The Corner You Been Yapping Like A Hoe That's What Say Around The Corner If You Know It Like I Know You Better Stay Around The Corner I Don't Know Shit About No Murder I Was Way In California With Bun B Ridin Dirty Smoking Purple All That Morning I Don't Know Shit About No Robbery Throwing The Wrong Charges On Me I Was Chillin Wit Yo Wife While You Was Flightin, An She Was Lonely All That Pussy Azz Shit You Niggas Offering I Don't Want It I Don't Want To Hit Yo Weed And I Don't Wanna Be Yo Homie Man, Let Me Make My Cheese Get The J's To Match My Jeans Go Post Back Up In My Jeans And Let 'em Go For 2 For 3 You Around Here Saying My Name And Claiming I Ain't A Beast Regardless Of My Fame Bitch I'll Aim It Up At Yo Cheek Before I Was Rhyming On A Beat I Was Grindin On The Street Pussy Ass Nigga Worrying Bout Me Click, Clak <i>[x2:]</i> Say Lil Daddy, Listen Mind Ya Business You Just Like One Of These Lil Bitches, Mind Ya Business Being Nosey, You Your Sickening, Mind Ya Business Ole Police Ass Nigga, Mind Ya Business |
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(Intro)
whoa wuz up world this ya boy fresh and im fina give you some pimformation about the stiuation ya heard only holla at the bad bitches and im put your number in my chicktionary ya heard and i'll and i got the next wit a bad ass cunt let me see if yall catch the voicesurprise yall (verse 1) yeah you think you all that dont cha caint nobody tell you shit you the shit everybody with a dick want you keep your hair and nails did up bet you aint even got no kids oh you do you keep your kids up you go to school wat you going for to be a nuse lawyer a teacher do hair or what you aint even got an old man hu oh you do do he spoil you give ya everything you ask for so ya point you a lady not a trap or slut not a freak you just like to back your ass up ya mommy aint raised a dummy yous a fan but so the street fame and the money you could pass up keep on danceing im starting to understand ya so you the type to make them hoes put they man up the fresh white tenne shoes or the sandles make a nigga lose maners gotdamn it. (chorus:) come here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch (hollar at a pimp) come here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch bitch (ya nigga is a whimp) come here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch bitch (i'll take you to the crib) come here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch bitch (were a trill nigga live) (verse 2) you say you got your shit strait you aint worried bout no man takein care of you you gone git yours any way thick girl pretty face big thighs skinny waist dont really do the club you just hered that it was jiggalatin aint never been to jail couldnt take that cell dont smoke ? caint take that smell smoke a lil color but a nigga couldn.t tell jiggle like a stripper but the cooche aint for sale your heart you never gave cause a nigga waasnt real never felt played cause you can't play a playa instead of gettin hurt you rather chill so you chillin rather be alone then have him playin wit your fealings im peepin how you actin ? like you aint wit it actin like you some kind of virgin i kinda digg it cause i aint one of them them clowns around that be bullshittin neva slippin keep playin ima get it cause you sexy (chorus) (verse 3) remind me of the movie playas club im tellin ya face like dimond shape like ebony ? one arched eybrows with a belly ring doing an old crazy ass dance that i aint ever seen bet you took an hour tyring to squezze that ass up in them jeans is that your real hair or is you stunting come here let me see ass out spittin butin open hold up better beeyes all low from all the smoke and i can bearly see ass break a hard dick in half girl marry me you like this song hu young savage im the man to be im from louisiana but ????? i'l get some shit on camra you would never want your man to see me grippin your ass cheaks pussy drippin water suckin boots and kikin screamin webbie f**k me harder your id on the dresser rite outside the camcorder and every body pisse in the toilet im retarteded (chorus) (outro) ay ay ay respect it pimpin picture me and yo bitch name on my licen plateon the front of my cutlus you heard me and yo hoe starin me and yo hoe picture me and yo bitch at my crib on my posterpidict bed with the sleep number 16 matress stiff and im giving her big long hard country dick yeah respect that |
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| 3:57 |
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Retarded
[Verse 1] I'm stackin,rappin but if I just so happen was itI probably would be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin I had 2 leave it alone cause the rats are something Look kike my return won't be long The streets keep asking 4 me Young savage on the mound game ova now I'm in Houston and A Town where's the muthafuckin crown I don't have no fuckin friends I'm solo now Put my trust and my mack 10 bitch don't let me down Coloaborate Just fuck wit them that's makin me sick Sbroil bitches don't want share So I'm taking dis shit I'm a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope No money, no love,just tears,weed, blood, and hoes I'm like slim these niggas don't feel my pain A ninety-nine problems and but a bitch ain't one Ghetto stories, gangsta musik, thank big labels ain't come Shitd we just trying see which one [Chorus:] I'm so retarded And I'm gon all hard and My game mutheafuckin bitch brains up And I just getting started They hate 2 see a nigga ballin They rather see a nigga coughin But rap money, street money I'm gon see money Bitch nigga ragarded [Verse 2] If the shit ain't funny den I can't grin And if it don't make money it don't make sense If you really ain't bout nothing You better zip your lips cause around here stuntin nigga emp yo clip My grand so ridickuless You can call me da clips Cause I slap all my bitches you can call me a pimp I'm like the hood candy lady I got them chips I got hoes wit J.Lo faces and Beyonce hips 2 home boys doin 7 can't wait till da touch So many people up in heaven dat I miss so much vest up up wit my chest and stomach not becuz I'm scared But no they coming i hope they don't shoot 4 my head [Chorus] [Verse 3] 18 riding lacks nigga How you hate dat? Do it big bad bitch give me dat shake back nigga y'all ain't got do shit Just leave it 2 me Push record 4 yo boyand lay back and kick up yo beat turn up da beat A pen paper give me one sheet Put a barcode on it Disrebute dis heat I got tha biggest fuckin bug buzzin in dis streets I know you heard a young savage Trill E-N-T But you forgot bout me Thought i was gone where i'm gone go I run dis mutha fucker I'm the spice in da gumbo I'm bout my fuckin paper man dats all I fuckin want more you gone gets wats mine Oh no, you a dumb hoe Still good,still can get you right on da down low It never snow in Baton Rouge I'm da nigga wit da snow 2 let y'all niggas do y'all thang so I hope y'all been gettin it Wat up playa I'm da new mayor of da city nigga [Chorus] |
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| 4:05 |
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Lets go balla pull dem mutha fuckin stacks out niggaz time 2 ball niggaz...stripperz....all dez hoez b talkin bout pay a hundred fifty for dis hundred fifty for dat...dey gotta show me they worth it
U got thighs and nice curves u gotta show me u worth it i kno u feel like u deserve u gotta show me u worth it imma nigga u aint heard? u gotta show me u worth it and i undastand u need yourz but u gotta show me u worth it [bg:] U wanna ride in da mercedes,u gotta show me u worth it,spend cake like its gravy u gotta show me u worth itdo it trill like crazy u gotta show me u worth it,u wanna hotboy baby u gotta show me u worth it [webbie:] I gotta main bitch thick thighs ten peice straight dime showed me she was worth it introduced her to da big time dat bitch dere big floss apple bottom lacoste like ta get her toes ssame color as her lip gloss son dat pussy bad but her cash like to shit talk drive a nigga mad right fast make ya hit off then done alotta deep throat off top freak hoe got dat kinda ass youll love to grip it fast tho charge a hundred fifty bust a couple pounds or 3 or 4 bounce one ass at a time u should see her go 2 or 3 at a time never tired want u ta feed her mo fuck alotta niggas long line nigga she a pro..now i aint kno dis ho was a pro when i met her matta fact i took her to a sweet when i met her ask me for jus 50 dollas i look like dat kinda fell say lil mama imma holla i aint buyin ya ill sell ya U got thighs and nice curves u gotta show me u worth it i kno u feel like u deserve u gotta show me u worth it imma nigga u aint heard? u gotta show me u worth it and i undastand u need yourz but u gotta show me u worth it [bg:] U wanna ride in da mercedes,u gotta show me u worth it,spend cake like its gravy u gotta show me u worth itdo it trill like crazy u gotta show me u worth it,u wanna hotboy baby u gotta show me u worth it [bg:] If u need u can get it if u want it girl i got it u fuckin wit da realest u aint kno gizzle da hottest lemme see ya work ya body girl shake dat ass i aint mike tyson i aint gone take dat ass but ill break dat ass off proper yea u see bg plz dont stop chea i wont stop till u bust like nine or ten nuts i bust one on ya ass den bust one on ya stomach...u sayin its a money thing ya sleep ya shoulda lemme offer now ya cant get a fuckin thing imma g i aint payin for shit its really a privilege for u to get this dick i aint neva been a trick imma pimp till i die..ne ho say i payed she a muthafuckin lie...if its real real fire and the mouth is perfect i might throw u sommen only if its worth it [chorus:] U got thighs and nice curves u gotta show me u worth it i kno u feel like u deserve u gotta show me u worth it imma nigga u aint heard? u gotta show me u worth it and i undastand u need yourz but u gotta show me u worth it [bg:] U wanna ride in da mercedes,u gotta show me u worth it,spend cake like its gravy u gotta show me u worth itdo it trill like crazy u gotta show me u worth it,u wanna hotboy baby u gotta show me u worth it [webbie:] U want me to break da g code go in my pocket for yo profit neglect my bitch spend time,kiss ass,sneak and take chances miss a couple sales is it worth all dat shit im pimpin badly i treat hoes sadly hook up my music wit ya income taxes make ya tell lies to ya baby daddy do wat i want im trill young savage [bg:] Im da hottest ah da hot im da realest ah da real bitch get it how ya live gizzle aint payin ya bills lemme see it gimme dat but ya cant get nuffin back hair fixed nails done fresh fit non ah dat imma mack he a pimp imma pimp he a mack we puttin hoes in dey place ova dis mouse track ya want stacks bitch plz cant get a hundred gotta be unbelievable wit ya fuckin and suckin U got thighs and nice curves u gotta show me u worth it i kno u feel like u deserve u gotta show me u worth it imma nigga u aint heard? u gotta show me u worth it and i undastand u need yourz but u gotta show me u worth it [bg:] U wanna ride in da mercedes,u gotta show me u worth it,spend cake like its gravy u gotta show me u worth itdo it trill like crazy u gotta show me u worth it,u wanna hotboy baby u gotta show me u worth it |
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| 4:17 |
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Bitch ass nigga tellin folks wat he gon do when he see me
Nigga i dont even know about this fake ass beefin that perpertratin' ass bootin fo some fake ass reason i dont know but all I know you betta shot when you see me 19 since I was i was 12 i been packin them pieces runnin wild thru the hood in Baton Rouge with the beasts.13 goin to school in my nigga Caprices he'll fuck the aunties and I'll fuck the lil neice.High school all the hoes stretch Bauds and creases janitors,contruction workers,I supplied the people.I stay on that street shit and i dont lie to people aint wit that rap beef shit cuz i'll quiet them people. You probably wanna throw a brick and then hide yo fingas dont even try it nigga I'll send a riot to see ya.Bunch of regular ass niggas know the sky is the heater backin out into a war wat you surpise to see me. U Don't Want That(A bunch of Trill niggas comin for yo muthafuckin stomach get blunted loadin tommies ya dig) U Don't Want That(That ol red dot aimin fo yo top ghetto hot bullet comin to hit you while you runnin) U Don't Want That(Walkin ya down like it aint nothin close-close can hit ya hit ya while stumbling) U Don't Want That Uh-Uh Bitch ass nigga you don't want that, you don't want that [Boosie] |
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| 18. |
| 3:27 |
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The girl be cooking and cleaning and cleaning and cooking
She be constantly douching and cleaning her pussy And when she step on the scene everybody be looking And to get in them jeans everybody be wishing But she only want players who far from rookie And if you ain't got the cake Can't play with the nookie Her titties sitting pretty and she soft as a cushion If you try to holla she might holla she tooken And she walk like a bad bitch talk like a bad bitch And go and get her hair and shit fixed is a habit Now bad bitch go and buy Finch more than average And bad bitches get to take trips with the savage Can never tell a bad bitch a freak she too classy But shit I can tell from her lips that she nasty Expensive ass pant-ses grip to them asses She mean as a pitbull sweet like care-bear [Chorus] Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) Now see I can impress a bad bitch the girl gon smile Caress the bad bitch now the girl gon wild I'll feed it and treat it like that's my child Then freak it up and beat it up and that's my style You get a lot of head when your bread in piles Cause I'm on right now and I'm saying that loud A trifling ass bitch make the big dog growl A bad ass bitch make the big dog proud Which one is the baddest That's the one I'm having The with no kids or just one baby daddy And she ain't hard-headed Can listen and respect it And you ain't a bad bitch if you got bad credit A thong and press-ons and know how to cook neckbones I want the MVP with that throwback dress on Don't like to get dirty and don't mind working And she don't mind giving me some mouth and lip service [Chorus] Now make yourself seen Cause you a bad bitch Girl you a bad bitch Yeah you a bad bitch Now show your ass off Cause you a bad bitch Girl you a bad bitch Yeah you a bad bitch Man I love them bad bitches with them sexy ass tattoos Them bad bitches with them bad bitches attitudes She a damn a fool got a crib she'll let me camp Make sure her nigga stay filled with them foodstamps I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that mean man Own damn house flossed out big screen man I bring the whole hundred shit what you gon do for me man Look at her own income she a beast man Bad bitches holla business first then streets man She ain't crying over no nigga she ain't weak man The kinda bitch that put a real nigga on his feet man [Chorus:Repeat x2] Come here fa sho Trill Entertainment nigga I'm Webbie nigga My name ain't Weebie ya heard me Get it right Mouse on the track 2004 this my year right chea I'm out this bitch I need a bad bitch That's a bad bitch |
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