Webbie, Boosie Badazz - I Got That lyrics
[Webbie, Boosie Badazz - I Got That lyrics]
Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one
Of these bitch azz niggas out here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga im
Webbie ya heard me look
I fuck a bitch till she real tired
And i ain't fuckin wit her less
She real fine i gotta
Lot money i ain't gotta lie
Play me on dat funny
Style nigga gotta die why u
Spit dat nut out bitch
Apologize it's 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 know dat LI so ima get
Dat other kind im mothafuckin
Straight gangsta dat who is i
Get outta line ima
Spank ya don't even try murda murda
Kill kill all in my eyez
Me i take dat beef shit
And tenderize it i got
Some fuckin skeletons all in my closet and
It no class experiment some missing bodies
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) niggas (Get shot at)
I know u heard to me that
Beef ain't nothin but a
Word ya heard i creep and
Serve bullets they swerve and
Calm ya nerves fuck u nigga i
Ain't throwin 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 feel 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 ya
Junkie alcoholics ill woop ya ass purple
Slap ya and kick ya
And treat you like urkle slang u and bang u
No I don't think u heard me
Ku klux klan hang u the
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) niggas (Get shot at)
Yo we come threw we stomp u
U owe us we chomp u we soldiers who
Gon to knock a fuckin don loose ima
Always be a savage ima always
Toat dat plastic ima always
Be smart lil boosie always gon
Wear masks im gon
Always hit dat classic gon hold BR
Down with a wip 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 niggas bow down to the feet of
Some youngsta who gon see we body
Bad niggas and we toe
Tag da feey fuckin in da
Back seat we ain't playin
Wit no rookie u take dis money
And we gon throw a party
On dat pussy my life style
Is too cold my niggas
We run threw holes passin down
Like new poles and rockin
Dem like new bowes got served
By the case loads
We leanin like dem Texas boys and
We don't kay roll dis shit
We ain't tryna stretch ya boy 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
Dem superstars bondin my
Niggas out when they stretchin behind bars
(thug life)
Of these bitch azz niggas out here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga im
Webbie ya heard me look
I fuck a bitch till she real tired
And i ain't fuckin wit her less
She real fine i gotta
Lot money i ain't gotta lie
Play me on dat funny
Style nigga gotta die why u
Spit dat nut out bitch
Apologize it's 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 know dat LI so ima get
Dat other kind im mothafuckin
Straight gangsta dat who is i
Get outta line ima
Spank ya don't even try murda murda
Kill kill all in my eyez
Me i take dat beef shit
And tenderize it i got
Some fuckin skeletons all in my closet and
It no class experiment some missing bodies
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) niggas (Get shot at)
I know u heard to me that
Beef ain't nothin but a
Word ya heard i creep and
Serve bullets they swerve and
Calm ya nerves fuck u nigga i
Ain't throwin 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 feel 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 ya
Junkie alcoholics ill woop ya ass purple
Slap ya and kick ya
And treat you like urkle slang u and bang u
No I don't think u heard me
Ku klux klan hang u the
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) niggas (Get shot at)
Yo we come threw we stomp u
U owe us we chomp u we soldiers who
Gon to knock a fuckin don loose ima
Always be a savage ima always
Toat dat plastic ima always
Be smart lil boosie always gon
Wear masks im gon
Always hit dat classic gon hold BR
Down with a wip 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 niggas bow down to the feet of
Some youngsta who gon see we body
Bad niggas and we toe
Tag da feey fuckin in da
Back seat we ain't playin
Wit no rookie u take dis money
And we gon throw a party
On dat pussy my life style
Is too cold my niggas
We run threw holes passin down
Like new poles and rockin
Dem like new bowes got served
By the case loads
We leanin like dem Texas boys and
We don't kay roll dis shit
We ain't tryna stretch ya boy 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
Dem superstars bondin my
Niggas out when they stretchin behind bars
(thug life)