Webbie Unreleased Songs

1.Give Me That

Lyricist：Jeremy Allen, Calvin Broadus, Bernard Freeman, Webster
Gradney, Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams

(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

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

Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me, girl give me that there
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me, girl give me that there

Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me, girl give me that there
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me, girl give me that there

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

Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me, girl give me that there
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me, girl give me that there

Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me, girl give me that there
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me, girl give me that there

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

Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me, girl give me that there
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me, girl give me that there

Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me, girl give me that there
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me, girl give me that there


2.G-Shit

Lyricist：Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney

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 B B 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 'cuz
That's where I was way before the fuckin' rap 'cuz
Tryin' law cap get yo ass capped 'cuz
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 18 years I done pulled all types of hustles
You don't wanna start nothing 'cuz 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 'cuz 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 'cuz I smoke it bitch I sell crack
Don't buy pussy 'cuz it's free bitch I buy lacs

I got stacks 'cuz 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


3.How U Ridin'

Lyricist：Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney

Trill Fam., Young Savage you can catch me
Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee
We two crucial ass hoes yea 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, I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit well here it is then

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' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours

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' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours

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 Montague whatever you thuggin'

It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with gray 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 DVD's 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

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' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours

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' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours

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 kinda 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 West side niggaz'll sit that thang on them
switches
Them by 9's be tickin' you broke the rear view 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
Can't wait to get to the room nimblin' on my ear
Y'all gon' get it just chill let me control this wheel

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' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours

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' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours

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
Game time


4.Like That

Lyricist：Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney

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 Hennessey, let it get you groovy
Gone work yo ass do ya thang, I'ma do me
I done switched to doucher and the switcher got a room key
Act like you auditionin' for a video or movie

Bend towards the floor I want your hands where your toes be
I'ma squeeze all on you booty, all nasty
Done made eighteen, 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 lamp piece

Betcha Jada Pinkett shake that ass real classy
Ain't ready for the real betcha 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'ma beat that pussy from behind you
Show 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 a few minutes
I'ma handle that there and then I'm through wit it
Tell me is you bull shitin' 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 tryin' 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'ma 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 sneek 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


5.Full Of Dat Shit

Lyricist：Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch

I'm full of dat shit
I'm full of dat shit
I'm full of dat shit
I'm full of dat shit
I'm full of dat shit
I'm full of dat shit

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
So I'm grippin' on her thighs, play me I don't even gon' try
I'm full of dat shit

Now you might catch me 'wit my cutie
Ridin' bumping that Boosie
One hand on the wheel the other hand on the cootchie
Big stacks, big gats, Nextel, Motorolas, doga after douga
I'm full of dat shit

In the club by the bar, my niggaz we twitchin' gars
Spending pitches wit my boys, jumping, stomping, makin' noise
On the block serving junkies making money thumpin' toys
I ain't in the mood for it
I'm full of dat shit

We in the club throwin' 4s, pourin' 4s
Blowin' Joes, fresh clothes, gotta nigga head drove
V.I.P. doors is where we go when we gon' party
That ex got us retarded, ecstacy
I'm full of dat shit

Red bitches on they knees suckin' and catchin' semen
Wit' some dark lochs on, the sun ain't even beaming
You ain't even tryin' to see
I'm full of dat shit

I'm in the room wit' something nasty, big, fine and sassy
On top that girl be actin', she even called me daddy
I hit in the Caddy on the way to the classic
I fell asleep all in traffic
I'm full of dat shit

In the room wit' something sexy, caramel complexion
Both of us butt naked, don't give it to me I'll take it
No time for no cakin', I'm stabbin' it like I'm Jason
I serve it like I'm crazy
I'm full of dat shit

You can catch me by the school zone
Wit' my McKinley Blue on wit' a too long
That'll have you, you, you and you gone
You niggaz hatin' on these boys 'cause we trill and we drink all
night
I'm full of dat shit

Sharp as a bow and arrow, to deep enough to marrow
Clutchin' on the double barrel, hollin' bitch it don't matter
Wit the class clown actin' no sense and go get the paddle
That'll have you actin' badder
I'm full of dat shit

I'm in the room wit' Halle Berry, I swear this girl Halle Berry
'Cuz she shave 'round her cherry and she smile when she get
ready
And keep wit' that confetti
We ridin' heavy Chevy's gettin' high every second
I'm full of dat shit

On the way to the mall wit' a bad lil broad
Slob all over my balls, she lickin through my draws
Wit' my main man wit' me, I hittin' 'em on the phone
That's my motherfuckin' dog
I'm full of dat shit

I hit the stage buckin' hard got the whole club rockin'
Hennessey to Hypnotic got me thinkin' bout the projects
Stop it that's my role, nigga
You know every time you see me I'm pourin' 4s
I'm full of dat shit

Drivin' on the sidewalk in the dark like I don't care
Flyin' through the stop signs like them bitches wasn't
Buck up to the ceiling spilling Hennessey and beer
We done shot ya in the ear
I'm full of dat shit

I'm in New Orleans wit' Lil' Wayne, platinum chains, platinum
women
If you tell them girls, sick me then you know they gon' come and
get me
They gon' rub me, they gon' lick me, they gon' keep a nigga
smilin'
I can't stop wildin'
I'm full of dat shit


6.Crank It Up

Lyricist：Steve Below, Webster Gradney

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 yall 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 yall lil bitches ain't shit couldn't make 10 Gs
If one of deez niggas gave yall a brick
Yall fakin' yall 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', yall nigga betta get on ya shit
Or get you some bricks or get you a hit get serious
'Cuz 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 yall lil rap niggas stankin' before this rap I
was hangin'
What da fuck yall 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 B said, 'No
Keep it gutta lil nigga, don't change it up'
Yall pussy niggas hang it up hollin' trill yall 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', yall nigga betta get on ya shit
Or get you some bricks or get you a hit get serious
'Cuz 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 peice 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', yall nigga betta get on ya shit
Or get you some bricks or get you a hit get serious
'Cuz 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


7.Laid Way Back

Lyricist：Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney

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 thats 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 B 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
'Cuz 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 2 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 'cuz 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 'cuz 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


8.Gutta Bitch

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

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


9.I Got That


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


I f＊＊k a bitch till she real tired
and i aint f＊＊kin wit her less she real fine i gotta lot money i
aint gotta lie play me on dat funny
style nigga 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 reply all u get is a big dick dat
circumsized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez
u got dat LI so ima get dat other kind a mothaf＊＊kin straight
gangsta dat who is i get outta line ima
stank ya dont even try murda murda kill kill all in my eyez me i
take dat beef shit and tenderize it i got
them f＊＊kin skeletons all in my closet and it no class
experiment some missing bodies bitch


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)
Niggaz (Get shot at)

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 f＊＊k 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 feel
wallets and purses all the real niggaz
while off my verses boot up retarded and send boys to hurses
dont 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 thru and bang u
no i dont think u heard me ku klux klan hang u then light u and
burn u young savage what u wan do nigga

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)
Niggaz (Get shot at)


We come threw we stomp u, u owe us we chomp u we soldiers who
want to knock a f＊＊kin dome loose ima
always be a savage ima always tote dat plastic ima always be
smart so boosie always gon wear masks im gon
always hit dat classic gon hold BR down with a whip 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 niggaz bow down to the feet of
some youngsta who dont sleep we body bag niggaz and we toe tag
da feet we f＊＊kin in da back seat we aint 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 dont karo dat shit we aint
tryna stretch it boy and 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 niggaz out when
they stretchin behind bars (thug life webbie)


10.What Is It

Lyricist：Webster Gradney, Byron Thomas

Is it my car, is it my clothes？
That make these hoes want fuck fo sho
Is it my style, the way I roll？
That make these haters want hate some mo

Is it my car, is it my clothes？
That make these hoes want fuck fo sho
Is it my style, the way I roll？
That make these haters want hate some mo

Is it that fifth that I drank
When I'm in my whip with the fresh ass paint？
That make these hoes wanna look in my face
That make these niggaz wanna be in my place

Or tell me, is it my shows that cost 300？
Make me have to go to everywhere but chance with the gun
But make a nigga wanna hate my mama son
Maybe it's my style, just the way I come

Or maybe it's these hoes that I done beats
Or maybe it's your sister or your niece
Or how I rock my bows with no crease
Or how I'm just so throwed and off the leash

Or tell me, is it these shoes on my feet？
And how they matching my fists so perfectly
That make a hater wanna go about they way on me
Nigga, I don't even know they just wanna hate on me

Is it my car, is it my clothes？
That make these hoes want fuck fo sho
Is it my style, the way I roll？
That make these haters want hate some mo

Is it my car, is it my clothes？
That make these hoes want fuck fo sho
Is it my style, the way I roll？
That make these haters want hate some mo

Is it my bitch if it is which one？
My lil' bitch up in the city or the one in the country
Or how a nigga so hot number 1 in the country
Ever since I did it big, big money, big stuntin'

Or is my niggaz Big Fam, Bun B？
Yeah y'all don't like hearing me with UG Kings
Or tell me is it my looks that make your hoe scream？
And have her mouth all wet and wanna suck on me

Or tell me is that screen that you see inside？
When I be high, rolling by that make her wanna ride
Or tell me is it my style, how I'm just so fly？
How a nigga so wild, plus, I'm on right now

Tell me is it my hood, how that bitch roll？
365-24 with them quarters and O's
Or how I holla at my people fo they get you some mo
Handling business with the beeper to avoid them folks

Is it my car, is it my clothes？
That make these hoes want fuck fo sho
Is it my style, the way I roll？
That make these haters want hate some mo

Is it my car, is it my clothes？
That make these hoes want fuck fo sho
Is it my style, the way I roll？
That make these haters want hate some mo

Is it my cake or my bundles of crack？
Or how I made this hit with 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's my turn to act

Or with them big 24's on that brand new Lac
Or only dog ass hoes take the dick from the back
Or my fire ass flow, niggaz want my raps
What it is, I don't know what make 'em act like that

Probably because these lil' cats out here know I'm a dog
And the closet at the house starting to look like a mall
What it is, got 'em trippin' my expensive colon
This XO, all the purple dro, I blow by the zone

Or is it 'cause my nigga head ain't got too long
Yeah, you when he get home it's gone really be on
Or is it the quarter sale hit me now on the phone？
Whats wrong, why this vibe that I'm feeling so strong？

Is it my car, is it my clothes？
That make these hoes want fuck fo sho
Is it my style, the way I roll？
That make these haters want hate some mo

Is it my car, is it my clothes？
That make these hoes want fuck fo sho
Is it my style, the way I roll？
That make these haters want hate some mo


11.Bad Chick

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 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

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 alot of head when your bread in piles
Cuz 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

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 make yourself seen
Cuz you a bad bitch
Girl you a bad bitch
Yeah you a bad bitch

Now show your ass off
Cuz 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

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)

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


12.Mind Ya Business

Hey, I need another plate nigga, f＊＊k

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


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
REPEAT 1


13.Come Here

Whoa wuz up world this ya boy fresh and I'm fina give you some
pimformation about the situation ya heard only holla at the bad
bitches and I'm 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 voice
surprise yall

Yeah you think you all that don't cha can't nobody tell you shit
you the shit everybody with a dick want you keep your hair and
nails did up bet
You ain't even got no kids oh you do you keep your kids up you
go to school wat you going for to be a nurse, a teacher, a
lawyer do hair or what you ain't 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 ain't raised a dummy yous a bad butt but so
the street fame and the money you could pass up keep on dancing
I'm 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 manners got
damn it.

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)

You say you got your shit strait you ain't worried bout no man
taken care of you you gone git yours any way thick girl pretty
face big thighs
Skinny waist don't really do the club you just heard that it was
jiggalatin ain't never been to jail couldn't take that cell
don't smoke ？ can't take that
Smell smoke a lil color but a nigga couldn't tell jiggle like a
stripper but the cooche ain't for sale your heart you never gave
'cause a nigga wasn't real
Never felt played cause you can't play a playa instead of
getting hurt you rather chill so you chilling rather be alone
then have him playing wit your
Feelings I'm peeping how you acting ？ like you ain't wit it
acting like you some kind of virgin I kinda digg it 'cause I
ain't one of them them clowns around
That be bullshitting neva slipping keep playing ima get it
'cause you sexy


Remind me of the movie playas club I'm telling ya face like
diamond shape like ebony ？ one arched eyebrows with a belly ring
doing an old crazy ass
Dance that I ain't ever seen bet you took an hour trying to
squeeze that ass up in them jeans is that your real hair or is
you stunting come here let me
See ass out spitting butin open hold up better beeyes all low
from all the smoke and I can barely see ass break a hard dick in
half girl marry me you like
This song hu young savage I'm the man to be I'm from Louisiana
but ？？？？？ I'll get some shit on camera you would never want your
man to see me gripping your ass
Cheeks pussy dripping water sucking Boosie dick and screaming
Webbie fuck me harder your I'd on the dresser rite outside the
camcorder and every body pisse in
The toilet I'm retarded


Ay ay ay respect it pimping picture me and yo bitch name on my
license plate on the front of my cutlass you heard me and yo hoe
staring me and yo hoe
Picture me and yo bitch at my crib on my posterpidict bed with
the sleep number 16 mattress stiff and I'm giving her big long
hard country dick yeah respect that


14.Retarded

Lyricist：Steve Below, Webster Gradney

I'm stackin', rappin' but if I just so happen was it
I probably would be posted up thugin', sellin' crack are
somethin'
I had to leave it alone 'cause the rats are something
Look like my return won't be long the streets keep asking for me

Young savage on the mound game ova now
I'm in Houston and a town where's the muthafuckin' crown
And now I don't have no fuckin' friends, I'm solo now
Put my trust and my mack 10 bitch don't let me down

Collaborate, 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 ninty-nine problems and but a bitch ain't one
Ghetto stories, gangsta music, thank big labels ain't come
Shit'd we just trying see which one

I'm so retarded
And I'm gon' all hard and
My game muthafuckin' bitch niggas, brains up
And I'm just getting started

They hate to see a nigga ballin'
They rather see a nigga coughin'
But rap money, street money, I'mma see money
Bitch nigga regarded

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
And 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 wit my chest and stomach not 'cause I'm scared
But no they coming I hope they don't shoot for my head

I'm so retarded
And I'm gon' all hard and
My game muthafuckin' bitch niggas, brains up
And I'm just getting started

They hate to see a nigga ballin'
They rather see a nigga coughin'
But rap money, street money, I'mma see money
Bitch nigga regarded

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 to me
Push record for yo boy and lay back and kick up yo beat

Turn up da beat a pen paper give me one sheet
Put a bar code on it disrepute 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 muthafucker, 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 rite on da down low
It never snow in Baton Rouge, I'm da nigga wit da snow
To 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

I'm so retarded
And I'm gon' all hard and
My game muthafuckin' bitch niggas, brains up
And I'm just getting started

They hate to see a nigga ballin'
They rather see a nigga coughin'
But rap money, street money, I'mma see money
Bitch nigga regarded


15.Gotta Show Me U Worth It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


16.U Don't Want That

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 f＊＊k the aunties and I'll f＊＊k 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
muthaf＊＊kin 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


17.Bad Bitch

Lyricist：Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney

Come on, I need a bad bitch
Come on if you a bad bitch
See, I want a bad bitch

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

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
'Cuz 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 one 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

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 make yourself seen
'Cuz you a bad bitch
Girl, you a bad bitch
Yeah, you a bad bitch

Now show your ass off
'Cuz 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

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 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)

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


18.Pack Ya Shit

(Chours)
Lets straighten it out x4
Now sit yourself down girl

Verse 1
when we started off girl you know it wasnt nothing like dis
everything was all good we wasnt busten like dis
we used to cuddle all night now we touchen like dis
no open arms jus closed fist aint this some shit how i fliped
and i barely even hug you no mo sometimes i get tha feeling i
dont even love you no mo
and it feel like you dont love me cuz it aint like you been
round here tryin hug me
and why you always accuse me of being a cheat
why you always holler'n choose me or choose tha streets
what its goin take for me to say to you to make the peace
to let you know that you can trust me and i aint tryn cheat
and then you wonder why i disappear for bout a week
cuz i cant make no bread at home and boo we gotta eat
i think its time for all the pressure for to be released now
lets get on tha same page baby you and me

(Chours)

Verse 2
man why you always with that same shit asking the same ole
questions about tha same chick
girl wont you tell me why you stressing you my main bitch how
many time i done told you
stop all that trippen baby you who i come home to there go tha
door you can go if you want to
no stay lets just talk it out like adults and get it straight
and suck up on ya neck
and rough sex take place now you can smile again and lose the
upset face your love is sensational
and cant no notha women replace ya and i break paper to lace ya
in the finer things
so why you trippen about the minor things see you need to stick
wit me i got all kind of plans
see this hustle her gonna get us all kind of things we goin go
and see tha world up in tha private planes
all i need you to do girl is stop playen games

(Chours)

Verse 3
boo i love you wit all my heart and all my soul
you make me wanna go places i thought tha i'd neva go
but i just wish you understood betta dis cheeta thing
girl you act like you like tha hood betta
a whole lotta shit done switched since i first meet cha
before this bread we had a vibe dur the bread came den the vibe
left
ya heart i want cha to tell me whats inside dur
cuz i dont know and i sho cant read ya mind dear
the last thing im tryna do is make ya cry hear
i'd rather see that pretty smile then see them tears
so now you just wanna give up after all them years
to throw away what we made come on keep it real
i put you befo all tha fellas thats how deep it is
you used to tell me everything now ya secretive
like dr cliff and clare hugstable how we can live
its comen girl just chill look here

(Chours)


19.What's Happenin'


What's happenin, what's happenin...＊
Niqqas wit all dat whisperinq and shyt niqqa what's happenin
niqqa
Webbie, approach me like a man niqqa (trill ENT yunq savage)
What's happenin

Qne head boy, you know you scared boy, that savage life
You ain't ready for that boy, fuck dat niqqa, keep muqqinq dat
niqqa
He acting badd like micheal jackson, qo head niqqa

What's happenin, what's happenin....what's happenin, what's
happenin
What's happenin, what's happenin....what's happenin, what's
happenin
What's happenin, what's happenin....what's happenin, what's
happenin
What's happenin, what's happenin....what's happenin, what's
happenin

Do we have a problem niqqa, whats happenin round
We can do this shit rite now you know how I get down
Mane suck my dick cuz I fucked your bitch
Fuck you, fuck ya momma, fuck ya whole click
Stay up wit the crew and talk shtoopid til y'all get sleepy
Hollering bout y'all gne blue me and do me up when y'all see me
You bout it bout it come see me I want a niqqa to sneak me
Let you come wit dat bullshit I bet you gne make the t.v.
Leave you up in the parking lot fuck it niqqa you gne see me
I will not be hard to find just look for the lamaborqeeni
I ain't uch gotta scream it sure you already know that
From boosie back to lil phat we gne stomp you out like a doormat
___the gun in the club ___that bitch loaded...
My rap career is up and rolling I hope y'all don't make me blow
that
Got 24 niqqas wit me and all of them niqqas bogus
And all of them bout dat murder we all done did it before
All all of us got bond money so all us ready to go
We might lay around and get life but fuck it that's how it go
Now this is how I be living this ain't no shit that I just wrote
And I ain't wit all that whispering so I asking these niqqas
maaane

What's happenin, what's happenin....what's happenin, what's
happenin
What's happenin, what's happenin....what's happenin, what's
happenin
(ol' bitch ass niqqa, pussy ass niqqa, fake ass iqqa, clown ass
niqqa)
What's happenin, what's happenin....what's happenin, what's
happenin
What's happenin, what's happenin....what's happenin, what's
happenin
(ol' bitch ass niqqa, pussy ass niqqa, fake ass niqqa, clown ass
niqqa)

Stick in the booty rooty footy ass niqqa, fake ass cartoon movie
ass niqqa
Get yo mind right, whut the fuck you niqqas worried bout the
youngin
Ch ch bow, now you heard about the youginq
My niqqas equiped wit tools ＆ shyt really quick to shoot a bytch
Bucking through the crowd, ___ boys bitch that's who I'm wit
I dot fuck around wit the fuck I don't believe that
If you ain't wit the youngin___where you been at
Easy play pussy you know what I'm talkin bout
Pull up to the house and make you bitches walk it out
You think its football so Ima catch a pic off
And stick it in ya ___ mouth
You niqqas throw back mane you niqqas ain't no murderes
？？
Aye pull up to the ___ and leave ya shit on the curb

What's happenin, what's happenin....what's happenin, what's
happenin
What's happenin, what's happenin....what's happenin, what's
happenin
(ol' bitch ass niqqa, pussy ass niqqa, fake ass iqqa, clown ass
niqqa)
What's happenin, what's happenin....what's happenin, what's
happenin
What's happenin, what's happenin....what's happenin, what's
happenin
(ol' bitch ass niqqa, pussy ass niqqa, fake ass niqqa, clown ass
niqqa)

Be yourself, or be that niqqa on the news
That got knocked up out his shoes by them dudes
I refuse to let a niqqa play cruise to where that niqqa stay
Politely walk up on hi and whip that tool up in a niqqa face
Whats wit all da aimosity because a niqqa straight
Smoke a fake niqqa like a steak smokinq ___
I ain't the one to mess wit I'll leave a niqqa stressin
Find ya wife dead on da floor up in the kitchen
Wonderin where ya kids at I gott'em all wit me
Mail you a finger to show you I mean business
I ain't got my vest on y'all can come on and get me
I got my tech on and I'm taking somebody wit me
___ sittin visitin I can leave y'all my misery
Some niqqas say I'm dirty they claiin dey gne fix me
Better wake up early in the ornin if you plan on catchinq me
Ima tell you lil niqqas early....rest in peace

What's happenin, what's happenin....what's happenin, what's
happenin
What's happenin, what's happenin....what's happenin, what's
happenin
(ol' bitch ass niqqa, pussy ass niqqa, fake ass iqqa, clown ass
niqqa)
What's happenin, what's happenin....what's happenin, what's
happenin
What's happenin, what's happenin....what's happenin, what's
happenin
(ol' bitch ass niqqa, pussy ass niqqa, fake ass niqqa, clown ass
niqqa)


20.Swerve

Lyricist：Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, I swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Swerve right, swerve left, swerve right, I swerve left
Swerve right, swerve left, swerve right

You ain't never had shit, yeah
Swerve on 'em
For your daddy in the pen, yeah
Swerve on 'em
Actin' bad off that gin, what？
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again
Fuck you nigga swerve on 'em

Now you might catch me on the interstate I-10
Actin' bad, hoes hollerin' there he go, who？ Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thang
There go that boy spinnin' hard, yeah, from lane to lane
Don't play no games, 'cause I'll make you out a demonstration

Why you swervin'？ 'Cause they hatin', why they hatin'？
'Cause you makin', this cash dog, big money
It's Hatch dog, who you thought it would be？
If you ain't buckin' to the ceilin' you ain't rollin' with me
I got this swervin' shit from back in the days

When niggaz on them pcp's made you get out they way
Hay, people hollerin', why you act like this？ Why boo？
Is it them pills？ Hell no it's this savage shit
That I done lived, keep it real you be swervin' too
If your shit spinnin' about a thousand hoes done hurdled you

That dirty do anything to attract them hoes, check them out
Hang out the window with they shirt off throwin' up them four's
This how it goes, you by the club swerve, you with your girl
swerve
A nigga mug swerve, all my thugs swerve

You ain't never had shit
Swerve on 'em
For your daddy in the pen
Swerve on 'em
Actin bad off that gin, yeah
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again
Fuck you nigga swerve on 'em

You ain't never had shit
Swerve on 'em
For your daddy in the pen
Swerve on 'em
Actin bad off that gin, yeah
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again
Fuck you nigga swerve on 'em

I'm goin'' fifty-five in the burbon straight swervin'
With a high yellow fine virgin and we swervin'
Hollerin' I'm a fool boy ya heard me straight swervin'
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swervin'
Hit the parkin' lot by the club just swervin'

Headlights shinin' on my dubs while I'm swervin'
I keep an old pistol on my lap while I'm swervin'
Just in case I have to peel a cap while I swerve'
I play the six by nine's with the slap while I'm swervin'
I gotta have the killa and the yak while I'm swervin'

A four or five hundred dollar stack big swervin'
Smokin' on some doesha early Monday and I been swervin'
Since Thursday, red bones in the back got me swervin'
Shit, I done took my eyes up off the road when I was rubbin' on
that cat
Doin' it big like that nigga swervin'
It's all good we on the map Baton Rouge where you at swerve

You ain't never had shit
Swerve on 'em
For your daddy in the pen
Swerve on 'em
Actin bad off that gin, yeah
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again
Fuck you nigga swerve on 'em

You ain't never had shit
Swerve on 'em
For your daddy in the pen
Swerve on 'em
Actin bad off that gin, yeah
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again
Fuck you nigga swerve on 'em

This for my dogs in penitentiary, in the pen
Who holla shit like gutter gutter when you mention me
And Hennessy, man that hen got me swervin' crazy
I saw a dime turned my head and almost hit a lady
Slow down baby, with lil' bleet hollerin' in the back

I'm in my STS lil Jr. in my other lac, don't fuck with Hatch
'Cause I'll hit you with that Nina Ross
It's on your head bitch, you dead, I'll pay the cost
'Cause I'm a boss in the South side of Baton Rouge
Where niggaz swervin' on them twenty's and them twenty-two's

We act a fool, back in the game I used to go to dreams
In my firebird on them choppers with them fuckin' screens
Sippin' that lean, actin' like I never had shit
Bust your head in traffic, I'll wrap you up in plastic
Show your ass magic, abrah kadabrah kadoo here go lil' boo

This verse for all my hoes who be swervin too
SSB swerve, bottom, UPT swerve top, Park T Easy
T CC serve, Fairfield swerve, Sherwood swerve
Every hood in Baton Rouge it's all good swerve

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, I swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Swerve right, swerve left, swerve right, I swerve left
Swerve right, swerve left, swerve right

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, I swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Swerve right, swerve left, swerve right, I swerve left
Swerve right, swerve left, swerve right

I never had swerve
This for my daddy, swerve
I'm gettin' cash, swerve
I act a ass, swerve

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, I swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Swerve right, swerve left, swerve right, I swerve left
Swerve right, swerve left, swerve right, swerve on 'em then


21.Shawty

(feat. T-Pain ＆ Plies)

(Listen To This Track Bitch!)

Even Though I'm Not Your Man, You Not My Girl
Ima Call You My Shawty
Cause I Can't Stand To See You Treated Bad
I Beat His Ass For My Shawty
And We Ain't Did Nothin That We Ain't Supposed To Do
Cause You My Shawty
Babygirl You Know I Be Home, Keep Me On The Ringtone Shawty
Sing It To Me Girl

So What's Happening With You Kinfolk
As For Me It's Just The Same Old Same Old
Different Bitch Same Hoe
I Slang It Fast Switch It Slow
Switch It And Slang More
Ain't Cuttin Wat You Came For
These Women Love This Thang Though
Got Us A Different Thang Though
Got A Whole Other Man
Better Value What He Got
For He Don't Have His Spot
Talk Alot, Off The Top I Feel Yet
Hope Alot And I Know It's Rough And All
But Tell Me You Call Alot
And I Ain't Never Hit Ya Spot
Want Even Finna Try
I Holla At Ya And Tell You Bye
I Treat You Like One Of The Guys
And I Put You On That Killa
I Remember The First Time
Said Your Body Feel Different
Was Asking Me Was You High
When I Brought That New Candy
I Picked You Up We'll Ride
Haters Hated On The Ride
Now Me And My Shawty Shine
Couple Of The Girls They Hit Me Up
Wouldn't Even Pick Up The Line
When My Old Lady Hit Me Shit
I Just Tell You To Be Quiet

Even Though I'm Not Your Man, You Not My Girl
Ima Call You My Shawty
Cause I Can't Stand To See You Treated Bad
I Beat His Ass For My Shawty
And We Ain't Did Nothin That We Ain't Supposed To Do
Cause You My Shawty
Babygirl You Know I Be Home, Keep Me On The Ringtone Shawty
Sing It To Me Girl

Tell Me How You Want Do It
(How You Want Do It)
We Can Shot Out To Florida
Up In That Charger And Go Party Up In Houston
Shawty Don't Worry Bout That Dude
Cuz If You Lose Him He Lose
You Don't Need To Confuse Him
Hit Me If You Need Me To Do It
My Old Lady A Loser
Cuz She Knew It Was For You
All That Shit Ain't For My Sister
All That Shit Be For You
Said I Was Kicking It With Boosie
But I Was Really With You Boo
You My Shawty And I Ain't Letting You Loose
I Get The Questioning You
Sometimes I Start To Forget
That We Ain't All The Way Click
And I Get Caught In The Mix
Just Tryin To Watch Out For You Cuz I Know I Got A Dick
And I Tell The Women Some Shit
That I Just Be All About Hitting
So Don't Never Forget Me If I Got To Leave You
I Miss You
I'm Call You My Shawty And You Can Call Me Your Nigga You Heard
Me

Even Though I'm Not Your Man, You Not My Girl
Ima Call You My Shawty
Cause I Can't Stand To See You Treated Bad
I Beat His Ass For My Shawty
And We Ain't Did Nothing That We Ain't Supposed To Do
Cause You My Shawty
Baby Girl You Know I Be Home, Keep Me On The Ring Tone Shawty
Sing It To Me Girl

E.N.T Young Savage
You And Me Shawty
Now You Know How We Get Down
Tell Dem Other Hoes Sit Down
Don't Open Up Your Mouth
And We Gone Thug It Out
Don't Fell Out Over My House I Know What You Talking Bout
Call And Tell Him You Just Tired
Tell Him You Just Walk It Out
He Beat You He Was Wrong
And Didn't Come Home Till That Morning
Girl I Meet You On That Corner And My Problems He Don't Wanna
So Just Gone Leave Him Alone If He Keep On I'm A Stomp Him
Hit Me If You Need Company
And If I Can I'm Coming
Cuz Behind You I Get Crazy Hey Shawty You My Baby
You Feel Like My Old Lady But I Got An Old Lady
So Just Do Me This Lil Favor
Give It Here Let Me Keep It
That's Better Than Letting Him Play You
Being My Little Secret
I Like Diamonds
I'm A Treat You Like One Of My Favorite Pieces
Lost A Thirty Grand Bracelet Last Weekend And Shit

Even Though I'm Not Your Man, You Not My Girl
Ima Call You My Shawty
Cause I Can't Stand To See You Treated Bad
I Beat His Ass For My Shawty
And We Ain't Did Nothin That We Ain't Supposed To Do
Cause You My Shawty
Babygirl You Know I Be Home, Keep Me On The Ringtone Shawty
Sing It To Me Girl


22.You Bitch


I'm dat nigga,u fuckin' right
Da trill yung savage nigga
Wat its lookin' like
Found a nigga down on da undacova' trippin'
Ya'll gone fuck around and have sum mufuckas missin'
The street nigga places i dun been there
I dun did it
'Ol pussy ass nigga why u flinchin'
Show up in ya kitchen leave ya hoe up on da floor
Up in ya kitchen told ya pussy ass nigga mind ya business
Bitch I mean bidness
And I on need witness and I'm a squeeze dis mufucka
'Till it start clickin'
Nigga I been out here steady flippin' where u been at
Dis morning I woke up da feds was all up in my shit
Now I'm in dis bitch want get off like a pit
I'm a rock n get a clip n shake a nigga' til he stiff
I heard it through the wind a nigga talk bout switchin' clicks
Like tricks switch dicks u ain't shit u a bitch (a bitch)

U bitch (12x)
U a bitch nigga, u a bitch

Call me savage a young pimp
I eat u bitch ass niggas like some shrimp
Pull up ya damn pants n put ya hands on ya hip
'Ol bitch ass nigga u got a man in ya ear
I see u on tv nigga u dancin and shit
If u a real nigga put up ya hands in dis bitch
Can't stand these lil faggot ass niggas they make me sick
I see u bitch ass u take off for slim n make a flick nigga
G since i was little these fools really
Turned 21 and turned into a killer look here
U dont want no drama slim i'll front row ya momma them
Shoot up all ya click houses really bring dat bitch out ya
No action just mouthin nigga i been bout it
Trill entertainment we makin moves is we gone stop i doubt it
I got em crowned and a 4 lead its gone leave u wit no legs
We leave bitch niggas so dead u bests keep dat to yo head


This rap shit ain't but made my life and save my life
Get dat shit right I done quick my work i done earned my stripes
Bitch been through it all together so we ball together or fall
together
And go get back rich we do this shit
These rapp niggas pussy I knew this shit
They dick in da booty can suck on a dick
I'm da savage nigga if u got somethin' to tell me
C'mon n get a me nigga
Up n da city ridin' pretty how u catch a nigga'
I'll slant a nigga and stretch a nigga from here to there
Get behind em and then slice em up from ear to ear
Listen clear tell the truth i deserve mine
I keep it trill savage life its my 3rd time
My real life is more than just makin words rhyme
I ain't get a chain snatched who else can claim that
before u get ya shine on gotta get ya grind ya on
i aint got time to be lying on my shit


23.Fuck With Me

Got a text＊
She say what its look like
Webbie what you doin
Need you for to come and get my pussy right
She say she got her own house
She say she put her man out
She know I don't be playing
Want me for to come and wear dat ass out
I really wasn't doin nothin
Countin money smokin sum
Might as well whip it out
And ram it in somebody stomach
Had to remember who she was
Oh yea that sound fun to me
I'll put it on you bitch
But you gon have to come to me

FUCK WITH ME
Ion thank dem niggas should
FUCK WITH ME
Ion even thank dem niggas could
FUCK WITH ME
Ion even thank dem niggas would
FUCK WITH ME
Yeaa we got them pussy niggas shook

In the studio musty
Nigga I'm hustlin
Some of these niggas act like dey want you for to fuck em
Broke as ？？
Ass down thuggin
Lookin for a hot rap nigga to put a slug in
No ain't none of these bitches threw me nothin
Webbie I'm messy
Thats just me fuck it
Trill young savage
Still young savage
For years now dey been wanting to kill young savage
I know yall pussy bitches wanna knock my fro off
Pissed off cause dont nobody know yall
Nigga I'll throw yall some money
Ole lil ass runts
Tryna save yo weed smokin lil ass blunts
Niggas like to talk loud
That's a big ass stunt
Been dunn shut some shit down
Without a big ass gun
Bitch big booty with a big ass tongue
She eat it all up everytime I cum nigga

FUCK WITH ME
Ion thank dem niggas should
FUCK WITH ME
Ion even thank dem niggas could
FUCK WITH ME
Ion even thank dem niggas would
FUCK WITH ME
Yeaa we got them pussy niggas shook

Don't nobody forget cause I meant dat shit
When I said I'm da realest nigga in this bitch
We up in this bitch
Gon be up in this bitch
A flash out and kill everybody in this bitch
Haha! yo boy ian got a hoe card
Bring yo whole sqaud cause I go hard
Picture me and yo braud
In yo car and you already know her
I grab her head and try to make her throw up
YOU KNOW WHAT
I been tryna laugh and be cool
But mayne I'm finna start slappin these dudes
They wanna act like hoes
So that's how I'ma treat em
Round here actin like a nigga need em
Fuck with me

FUCK WITH ME
Ion thank dem niggas should
FUCK WITH ME
Ion even thank dem niggas could
FUCK WITH ME
Ion even thank dem niggas would
FUCK WITH ME
Yeaa we got them pussy niggas shook


24.Ain't Leaving Trill


I qotta fully automatic, two-bananas dats a hundred＊
You already kno the story, some lil niggas owe me money
I came out here got on, I'm on homies acting funny
I left them niggas alone cuz I felt the jack was coming
I shoot up to Atlanta, I be rollin down the strip
They be on e like I'm tip, I'll chill then I'll dip
Up above to the club, to Manhattan see whats crackin
Girl will lick e like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing
Me and boo from baton rouge,get that big ragedy we be stackin
We be packing them big rougers put you losers on a platter
Make some moves up to St. Louis, then get Nelly on the telley
Watching belly shooting dice and betin thousand on the seven
Seen Kelly in Chicago fuck it yo showed me the club
We went in and popped some bottles, everybody showed me love
Ain't no telling where we goin and it don't matter where we was
Mane I can go where ever the fuck I want simply because

How many records you sold, I wont with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, Ima get you outta here
Fuck how many records you sold, I wont with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, Ima get you outta here

I be the trill fam, nigga don't forget the youging
You don't kno how I'm coming hoe look let a nigga run it
I'm like a monkey out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan tennis shoe
Its a southside thing from jimmy lou, the illest shoe
I kno my trill fam niggas oh they gon ride for me (ride for me)
And all them ones who ain't convicted
Oh they take five for me (take five for me)
We fucking bad bithes don't fuck with them sadd bitches
Don't like lil bitty hoes we fucking with the phat bitches
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I mean my knot be way fatter
And if you fuck with me you hear that ratta tatta tatta
We cut up and and we show out from bently to phantoms
A nigga a punk a bitch we stamp'em
We shining on them yeah we grimmy like a mothafucka
Climbing on them yeah we grinding like a mothafucka
Drink yo hard liqour Ima sip my cold cup
You can be from outta town Imma make you put them fours up

How many records you sold, I wont with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, Ima get you outta here
Fuck how many records you sold, I wont with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, Ima get you outta here


25.A Miracle

The lil' soldier with nothin' clear to see
Wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' 'round town glamor and glistenin'
Ya don't want my position, I'm spittin' facts, couldn't relax

The whole time I had weights up on my back
Be black gon' back, I got pistols on deck
They gave 'cause seven flat
How many niggas gon' rat？

Check my tats, ya neva heard of this
Ya suppose to man, it had to be fair
Now I meet the family and 'em
It packed at Madison Square

I had a career
I supposed to be right back there with 'em
I owed it to him, I know it, I show it
Don't wanna blow it or pour it

For the streets, give me a beat I'ma roll it
I show it with 'em leavin' magic
But I knew I had it in savage
It got crucial I ain't panic, when y'll want it, I ran it

I remember when my granny said anythin' was to happen
From slangin', hustlin', to trappin'
Laugin', prayin', jackin', I'm blowin' on granddaddy
And all my kids happy

(It's a miracle)
It seem like I'm dreamin', ah, somebody pinch me
Am I supposed be in the spot that I'm in？ Is this really real？
(It's a miracle)
All these years, am I really here？
Have I really live what they call a miracle？

(It's a miracle)
It seem like I'm dreamin', ah, somebody pinch me
Am I supposed be in the spot that I'm in？ Is this really real？
(It's a miracle)
All these years, am I really here？
Have I really live what they call a miracle？

How you shoot 50 clips, put it in the air
Mean mug 'em niggas and have no fear
Play the game with 'em stripes, put it in his life
Ten on the mic, nigga do it the same night

It's a miracle
The way I bend 'em corners on 'em
Get up early on 'em
Get this money on 'em

A miracle, a lot I bought on
Crib I paid on, thangs I got on
A miracle, fresh crush to diamond ice
Place in one price, did it for one night

A miracle, I don't lived the high life
Shined in high lights, did it with gun fights
A miracle, nigga it was hell we came in
Money didn't come in, hell we went in

A miracle, get it
No time for lyin', homie
Time for crime, homie
Time for dyin', homie

(It's a miracle)
It seem like I'm dreamin', ah, somebody pinch me
Am I supposed be in the spot that I'm in？ Is this really real？
(It's a miracle)
All these years, am I really here？
Have I really live what they call a miracle？

(It's a miracle)
It seem like I'm dreamin', ah, somebody pinch me
Am I supposed be in the spot that I'm in？ Is this really real？
(It's a miracle)
All these years, am I really here？
Have I really live what they call a miracle？

It's truly a miracle that boy still alive
'Cause I was sellin' boi in '95
Ridin' with my boys, dealin' dope gettin' high
Crackers tryin' to give me time, and we ain't talkin' 5

Niggas talk fly so that pistol by my side
My baby, mama fuckin', all my homies on da sly
I see it all through the corner of nigga eyes
So I keep my shades on, and my face up at the sky

Pistons get the power, snitchin' is for cowards
I got plasmas in the shower and my bitches snortin' powder
I'm a G, my life a movie, I got rubber uzzi's in my Jacuzzi
They think I'm biggie, I'm bumpin' juicy with several groupies

I got beamers and business, bitch they all on duces
I got the product and when ya drop it it neva loses
The prey get prayed on, killers get prayed for
If this a dream, I pray I neva wake up

(It's a miracle)
It seem like I'm dreamin', ah, somebody pinch me
Am I supposed be in the spot that I'm in？ Is this really real？
(It's a miracle)
All these years, am I really here？
Have I really live what they call a miracle？

(It's a miracle)
It seem like I'm dreamin', ah, somebody pinch me
Am I supposed be in the spot that I'm in？ Is this really real？
(It's a miracle)
All these years, am I really here？
Have I really live what they call a miracle？