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Wazzup? This Webbie
Trill Entertainment, Young Savage aka Lil' Baton Rouge
However you wanna call it, n***a
Now look at the bad b*****s, n***a

F**k them industry n****s, makin' it hard on me
F**k that, I'ma keep it in the streets
Long as I got my cd, n****s, I'm straight, ya heard me?
Let's go, this is real gangsta s**t right here, check this out, look

Damn n***a, how you do it like that?
Make the gangsta a** n****s bump to music like that
Make them big fine hoes shake they booty like that
Like 21 row scrap wit Lil Boosie it like that

Play mad games wit me, I'll do ya like that
I'm a grown a** man, b***h, pursue me like that
Smoke nothin' but the best when I'm cruisin', laid back
With some trill a** n****s that I knew since way back

Still young, I ain't caught my first murder case yet
Stay scrap and can't wait to push a n***a face back
Number 10106, still I rob a racetrack
Still hangin' in the mix where it ain't safe at

I'm on some foolishness s**t with these rugers and s**t
I'm on some run in your house, b***h, you move and get hit
I can't take out my grill 'cause I can't take out this reel
I'm the savage s**t trill and from my heart, man, I feel

N***a, f**k you
(Yeah, I f****d your b***h, nigga)
N***a, f**k you
(And you better not say s**t, nigga)

N***a, f**k you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
N***a, f**k you
(You ain't 'bout none of that s**t, nigga)

N***a, f**k you
(Yeah, I f****d your b***h, nigga)
N***a, f**k you
(And you better not say s**t, nigga)

N***a, f**k you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
N***a, f**k you
(You ain't 'bout none of that s**t, nigga)

Get your b***h outta pocket, put some d**k in her a**
I got a '84 Baritz and it's sittin' on glass
I'm a young pimp n***a with a whole lotta swagger
And I roll like a stone like my name Mick Jagger

P***y n****s can't f**k with the pimp in the savage
We gettin' sucked in every city, make a whole lotta cabbage
Gettin' head on the regular level, it ain't s**t
Some real trill n****s for life up in this b***h

I never go to war without that mot*****in' gun
Down South, b***h, we like dmc and run
Like Chuck D say, b***h, my Uzi weigh a ton
I might be on parole but b***h, I'll knock out ya lungs

I come from the city where they sell cocaine
Ya get caught sniffin', n****s knock out ya brain
Leave ya lump in ya lap, your tongue on your dash
So I bust 17 and I smashed the gas, biatch

N***a, f**k you
(Yeah, I f****d your b***h, nigga)
N***a, f**k you
(And you better not say s**t, nigga)

N***a, f**k you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
N***a, f**k you
(You ain't 'bout none of that s**t, nigga)

N***a, f**k you
(Yeah, I f****d your b***h, nigga)
N***a, f**k you
(And you better not say s**t, nigga)

N***a, f**k you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
N***a, f**k you
(You ain't 'bout none of that s**t, nigga)

F**k you, n***a, my bloodline sicker
Make a quarter outta nickel, been like that since I was little
From the hood where the killas keep them pistols smokin'
Swishas drink liquor, bang a n***a, Southside gangsta n***a

F**k everythin' you goin' through, Bad Azz'll punish you
Show no love, love will get you killed, so here we come for you
Gat for gat, stack for stack, my click, they'll beast
It's goin' down where we roam in the hotel suite

Old lady gone crazy, caught me rollin' out 3
I beat that p***y out her drawers and I put her to sleep
You bullshittin' with me, boy, my nerves stay bad
Get one of my convicts out the hood and put that d**k in yo' a**

N***a, f**k you
(Yeah, I f****d your b***h, nigga)
N***a, f**k you
(And you better not say s**t, nigga)

N***a, f**k you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
N***a, f**k you
(You ain't 'bout none of that s**t, nigga)

N***a, f**k you
(Yeah, I f****d your b***h, nigga)
N***a, f**k you
(And you better not say s**t, nigga)

N***a, f**k you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
N***a, f**k you
(You ain't 'bout none of that s**t, nigga)

F**k all y'all n****s
If you ain't rollin' with us, f**k you, n***a
N***a makin' all these broad statements
You'll be on the mot*****in' shirt, n***a

N***a, face the s**t, n***a
If your a** washed up, you washed up
It's a new eras, n***a, for this gangsta s**t n***a
And we don't play no game

Y'all n****s be rappin' 'bout that s**t, n***a
But we put that tool on yo' b***h a** n***a
Go s**t yo' a** down, n***a
Garbage a** n***a, bfi a** n***a

N***a, we got in this s**t straight off you know
Real s**t, we got in these streets our damn self, n***a
N***a makin' all these, we goin' let that s**t go though, man
But you know what? F you C K you, mothafucka, n***a, f**k you



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