WEBBIE - RETARDED lyrics

[Verse 1]

I'm stackin,rappin but if I just so happen was itI probably would be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin

I had 2 leave it alone cause the rats r something

Look kike my return won't be long

The streets keep asking 4 me

Young savage on the mound game ova now

I'm in Houston and A Town wheres the muthafuckin crown

I don't have no fuckin friends

I'm solo now

Put my trust and my mack 10 bitch don't let me down

Coloaborate

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 musik, thank big labels ain't come

Shitd we just trying see which one

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I'm so retarded

And I'm gon all hard and

My game mutheafuckin bitch brains up

And I just getting started

They hate 2 see a nigga ballin

They rather see a nigga coughin

But rap money, street money I'm gon see money

Bitch nigga ragarded

[Verse 2]

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

Cause I slap all my bitches u 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 up wit my chest and stomach not becuz I'm scared

But no they coming i hope they don't shoot 4 my head

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[Verse 3]

18 riding lacks nigga

How you hate dat?

Do it big bad bitch give me dat shake back nigga

Yall ain't got do shit

Just leave it 2 me Push record 4 yo boyand lay back and kick up yo beat

turn up da beat

A pen paper give me one sheet Put a barcode on it

Disrebute 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 mutha fucker

I'm the spice in da gumbo

I'm bout my fuckin paper man dats all I fuckin want more

U gone gets wats mine

Oh no, u a dumb hoe

Still good,still can get u rite on da down low

It never snow in Baton Rouge

I'm da nigga wit da snow

2 let yall niggas do yall thang so I hope yall been gettin it

Wat up playa

I'm da new mayor of da city nigga

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