Текст Webbie – Baddest In Here

Wat Up, Wat Up
We in dis bitch
Webbie Trill ENT Young Savage
We in dis bitch

Look
Niggas still talking thousands, man dats ol’ money
I den got so much of cake, I’m gettin hoes money
Like da Birdman bitch, I got blow money
Lookin for a friend girl, tryna let her hold something
Pull up in a cold something, bought a whole dozen bottles
da club still bucking jus to throw something
just got finished smokin a cigar, finna roll something
I got my people wit me, look like a hundred of us
stupid as chain on, I spent a hundred something
Bent her over like a dawg, I had her running from me
Ask me where I came from, I told dat hoe from nuthin
Lil pretty perky titties, booty like a bubble
Told me dat she had a man, she do it on da under
U know Savage gone, stay wit da baddest one
Heard it was gone be jumpin, so I jus had to come
I’m on a hundred dawg, man who I’m lookin for

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We got big dollas, yaw got lil chips
Champagne bottles, riding round in big whips

Fuck dat shit, I want dat bitch there
Da pretty one, I don’t want da sadiddy one
Seen to many ratchet ass hoes gettin sitcoms
‘hind closed doors, all dey do is suck big boys
Everytime I go up to da awards, Imma get one
Matter fact me and Phat just gone just stick one
Really in da streets mane, I ain’t just on
Da microphone checkers, dey crack up under pressure
Lookin for da baddest bitch up in here
And wen I get her, Imma hit her and forget her
And name a nigga trilla, I’ll admit it
Ain’t da richest nigga, but my cake, straight
And most of these other niggas fake
Drankin Rosa, smoking on grapes
And i can sit here, and throw dis money all day
Let em hate
Remind them haters don’t play
I’ll hate to have to bloody up da place
I-WANT-HER

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I want my bitch to be a big fine ass juicy
And u don’t have to tell her, she know wat she doing
Trill ENT still here still booting
Da bitch standing still, but her booty still moving
Can catch me in a benz drop top just cruising
Or even in da club popping bottles wit a cutie
Da niggas hollering at me, sayin Webbie how ya do it
Got dat type of shit, dat a make everybody loose it
These niggas rapping bout gettin money
Can’t prove it, Nigga I got 9 or 10 cars sittin stupid
And these niggas going to jail high pussy stupid
Cuz I den seen some hoes leave some niggas lookin stupid
Cupid, yaw ain’t playa’s yaw foolish
Spend ya last dolla on cuchi, u a clown
You clown of excuses, and we got money flying everywhere
So just excuse it,
I-WANT-HER

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