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Webbie Talking
Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these b*tch azz out here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigg* im Webbie ya heard me look
Verse 1:
I fk a b*tch till she real tired
and i aint fkin wit her less she real fine i gotta lot money i aint gotta lie play me on dat funny
style nigg* gotta die why u spit dat nut out b*tch apologize its real deal pimp s**t b*tch recognize b*tch
say get her some shoes then i reply all u get is a big d*ck dat circumsized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez
u know dat LI so ima get dat other kind im mothafkin straight gangsta dat who is i get outta line ima
spank ya dont even try murda murda kill kill all in my eyez me i take dat beef s**t and tenderize it i got
some fkin skeletons all in my closet and it no class experiment some missing bodies
Chorus
U 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)
(Get shot at)
Verse 2:
I know u heard to me that beef aint nothin but a word ya heard i creep and serve bullets they swerve and
calm ya nerves fk u nigg* i aint throwin no slurs all i know is streets and birds broads and cars and
malls big splurs i used to steal wallets and purses now i feel wallets and purses all the real
while off my verses boot up r*tarded and send boys to hurses dont get me started cause boy i might hurt ya
junkie alcoholics ill woop ya as* purple slap ya and kick ya and treat you like urkle slang u and bang u
no i dont think u heard me ku klux klan hang u the light u and burn u young savage what u wan do nigg*
Chorus
U 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)
(Get shot at)
Verse 3:
Boosie
Yo we come threw we stomp u, u owe us we trunk u we soldiers who gon to knock a fkin don loose ima
always be a savage ima always toat dat plastic ima always be smart yeah boosie always wearin' masks im gon
always h*t dat classic gon hold BR down with a wip so sick dat make u boys turn around now we burnin off
da ground the sickest in the town boosie and webbie got dat crown u other bow down to the beat of
some youngsta who don't sleep we body bad these then we toe tag they feet, fkin in da back sea,t we aint playin
wit no rookie u take dis money and we gon throw a party on dat p*ssy my life style is too cold my
we run threw hoes, passin down like newports and rockin dem like new bauds we served by the case loads
we leanin like dem Texas boys and we dont kay roll dis s**t we aint tryna stretch ya boy if u know me u
know me from gettin loaded u know me from lookin sported u know me from pistol toatin u know me from candy
coatin my cars rollin wit superstars bondin my out when they be stretchin behind bars (thug life)