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webbie - shit trill lyrics

[chorus:]
sh-t trill i’m a savage i be jackin’ sh-t or sellin’ sh-t
all about paper if it ain’t paper it’s irrelavent
b-tch i’m a savage i be jackin’ sh-t or sellin’ sh-t
all about paper if it ain’t paper it’s irrelavent
b-tch i’m a savage i be jackin’ sh-t or sellin’ sh-t
all about paper if it ain’t paper it’s irrelavent
i got to get it so i’m jackin’ sh-t or sellin’ sh-t
all about paper if it ain’t paper it’s irrelavent

[verse 1:]
boulevard what i rep but i been in o-town for a sec
shout out to them n-gg-s cause they show love like a b-tch
and often pt can’t forget ken that’s my cause
and n-gg- you know him the little savage sellin’ drugs
much love to big head you know i won’t forget about you
just chill on your josen’s when you get out n-gg- i got you
got a lot of lil’ rounds but it some things that you must know
man f-ck the lil’ webbie don’t trust lil’ webbie man he cut throat
he all about fetti man he he ain’t’ got no f-ckin’ feelings
he jacked my lil’ brother so when i see him i’m a kill him
they screamin’ i don’t feel him man they just got some grudge in them
talkin’ all that sh-t but they ain’t really got no thug in them
webbie put a slug in them savage boy representer
makin’ mega cheese from december to december

i got the glock the n-gg- it’s time to clock n-gg-
you sixteen(16) still at the bus stop
i told slugga this foolishness got to stop n-gg-
got it together lil’ savage the f-ckin’ block n-gg-
i tried to reach a flat mill through the neighborhood
and all i met was them police and that ol’ dirty judge
i’m still reachin’ for it pushin crack and marijuana
‘case i reach it somein’ tellin’ me it’s right round the corner
paid i want to be the grave i don’t want to see
before i die hope to clock atleast a hundred(100) g’s
i’m thinkin’ bigger things talkin’ ’bout a hundred k’s
with a pretty dime piece on the f-ckin’s beach
you want to shine better grind and not your struggle dawg
man from a brick to a one(1) five(5) get ya’ hustle on

two(2) two(2) five(5) savage run the state with guns
tryin’ to clock six(6) pushin’ more weight then pun
and it really don’t matter n-gg- where you from
we got them bricks and bricks come on get you some
if you want beef we gone beef ’till we settle the sh-t
and when i creep i’m gone creep ’till i nail me a b-tch
and i’m gone tell you like this here and this for all you lil boys
if you ain’t savage you ain’t sh-t that’s from the bottom of my heart
i been runnin’ the streets for seven(7) years out here bad
with my mind set on makin’ a mill
and then i call my self a man ’cause i am a man
just sixteen(16) but i done been through everything
my mama died that’s when love stopped so now i’m p-ssed
i almost earned my first tear drop but i had missed
we ’bout to lock down off top you stupid b-tch
you don’t like it let the guns pop this savage sh-t ya heard me

- webbie lyrics

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