Lyrics Webbie – I Got That
Text:
Webbie Talking:
Boosie I swear to God I’mma hurt one of these bitch ass niggas out here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga I’m Webbie you heard me look
Verse 1:
and I ain’t fucking with her less she real fine I gotta lot money I ain’t gotta lie play me on that funny
style nigga gotta die why you spit that nut out bitch apologize it’s real deal pimp shit bitch recognize bitch
say get her some shoes then I reply all you get is a big dick that circumcised boosie that 745 hurt they eyes
you know that LI so I’mma get that other kind I’m motherfucking 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 shit and tenderize it I got
some fucking skeletons all in my closet and it no class experiment some missing bodies
Chorus:
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)
Niggas (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 fuck you nigga 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 niggas
while off my verses boot up retarded and send boys to hurses don’t get me started ’cause boy I might hurt you
junkie alcoholics I’ll woop you ass 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 nigga
Chorus
Verse 3 (Boosie):
Yo we come threw we stomp you, you owe us we chomp you we soldiers who gonna to knock a fucking don loose I’mma
always hit that classic 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 niggas bow down to the feet of
some youngsta who gonna see we body bad niggas and we toe tag the feey fucking in the back seat we ain’t playing
with no rookie you take this money and we gonna throw a party on that pussy my life style is too cold my niggas
we run threw holes passing 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 shit 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 niggas out when they stretching behind bars (thug life)
