doe doe with this 4 4 Blowin doe doe with this 4 4 Blowin doe doe Blowin doe doe Blowin doe doe with this 4 4 [Verse 1 - Webbie] It ain't no joke up
six in a minute Savage Life don?t forget it Trill Fam in da building We gon need some more space Cuz money stacked to da ceiling (Chorus) 2
look, man, Baton Rouge, off the hook Man, what's a thief to a crook, don't let the pills get you whooped You gon' let that kid get you killed, my savage life
fuck it, it's game time And I'm ready, I'm Webbie, I'm ready, I'm Webbie I'm ready, I'm Webbie, I'm ready, I'm Webbie This year all be we all, where
a try First night! Oh come on suck it i know it's your first time First night! I just hit 'em and forget 'em I ain't lyin! 2x Verse 2, Webbie Ugly hoes
I die take me through, up to heaven up with you Gotta holla at my daddy and my nigga griles too And God kno, and God know I'm thug life, you fuckin'
damn thang You a hot damn thang If you think u finna get her wit a got damn chain You insane, boy you better get some goddamn change You a fool, been to school Even walked across the stage And she say I love webbie
da block you gotta grind to do it Fuck dese niggas ain't a crime to do it If ya think about ya big 'Cuz how ya doin' life shytt it really aint nuttin
boom, bing, bow, bam I block around the club, they be like oohh, we got dam Everybody lookin', tryn to see who I am Cut that numba 9 on when I play that trill fam 2
(feat. Big Head) [Introduction: Webbie] Trill ent Young Savage If it don't make dolla's it don't make sense I'm just doing what I do when I do what I
Webbie: the lil soldier wit nothin clear to see wasn't nobody handin him shit Ridin round town glamour and glistenin Ya don't won't my position, I'm spittin
(WEBBIE TALKING) WASSUP, TURN IT UP WEBBIE TRILL ENT YOUNG SAVAGE THIS SOME GANGSTA SHYTT FOR DA GANGSTAS TO RIDE TO DAMM, MAN WAT U DONT FUK
Young savage, Trill Ent, nigga Webbie, you all ready know What time it is with me, man Motherfuckin' gangsta, nigga For sure turn that bass off, nigga
All them stories nigga sayin', better get shit right I'm young savage, Trill family in this bitch for life It ain't right, hatin' 'cause we ain't livin' the same life
I'll be missin' you Hello, Young Savage What you doin'? Trill Ent I'll be missin' you, I'll be missin' you Webbie I ain't been home but a few days, I
off a pimp (what!) tell that bitch stock earings hit me for a block to the wrist watch got a couple niggas up in jail, they aint gettin out webbie young savage
Rick ross: Trilla Birdman: brrrr! Webbie: the lil soldier wit nothin clear to see wasn't nobody handin him shit Ridin round town glamour and glistenin
that Talk like that All soft like that I'm a straight mack Cutlass or mahbac hop in lay back I'm bring you straight back I'm 2 smooth [Verse 2:] Young Savage
