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webbie – i got that lyrics


[webbie talking:]
boosie i swear to god i’mma hurt one of these b-tch -ss n-gg-s out here
trill entertainment young savage n-gg- i’m webbie you heard me look

[verse 1:]
i f-ck a b-tch ’til she real tired
and i ain’t f-cking with her less she real fine i gotta lot money i ain’t gotta lie play me on that funny
style n-gg- gotta die why you spit that nut out b-tch apologize it’s real deal pimp sh-t b-tch recognize b-tch
say get her some shoes then i reply all you get is a big d-ck that circ-mcised boosie that 745 hurt they eyes
you know that li so i’mma get that other kind i’m motherf-cking straight gangster that who is i get outta line i’mma
spank you don’t even try murder murder kill kill all in my eyes me i take that beef sh-t and tenderize it i got
some f-cking skeletons all in my closet and it no cl-ss experiment some missing bodies

you want beef (i got that)
dope (i got that)
hoes (i got that)
dro (i got that)
money (i got that)
cars (i got that)
pistol (i got that)
n-gg-s (get shot at)

[verse 2:]
i know you heard to me that beef ain’t nothing but a word you heard i creep and serve bullets they swerve and
calm you nerves f-ck you n-gg- i ain’t throwing 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 fill wallets and purses all the real n-gg-s
while off my verses boot up r-t-rded and send boys to hurses don’t get me started ’cause boy i might hurt you
junkie alcoholics i’ll woop you -ss purple slap you and kick you and treat you like urkle slang you and bang you
no i don’t think you heard me ku klux klan hang you the light you and burn you young savage what you wanna do n-gg-


[verse 3 (boosie):]
yo we come threw we stomp you, you owe us we chomp you we soldiers who gonna to knock a f-cking don loose i’mma
always be a savage i’mma always toat that plastic i’mma always be smart lil boosie always gonna wear masks i’m gonna
always h-t that cl-ssic gonna hold br down with a wip so sick that make you boys turn around now we burning off
the ground the sickest in the town boosie and webbie got that crown you other n-gg-s bow down to the feet of
some youngsta who gonna see we body bad n-gg-s and we toe tag the feey f-cking in the back seat we ain’t playing
with no rookie you take this money and we gonna throw a party on that p-ssy my life style is too cold my n-gg-s
we run threw holes p-ssing down like new poles and rocking them like new bowes got served by the case loads
we leaning like them texas boys and we don’t kay roll dis sh-t we ain’t tryna stretch you boy if you know me you
know me from getting loaded you know me from looking sported you know me from pistol toatin you know me from candy
coating my cars rolling with them superstars bonding my n-gg-s out when they stretching behind bars (thug life)