Retarded (Explicit)歌词-Webbie

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[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 muthaf**kin crown

I don't have no f**kin friends

I'm solo now

Put my trust and my mack 10 b**ch don't let me down

Coloaborate

Just f**k wit them that's makin me sick

Sbroil b**ches don't want share

So I'm taking dis sh*t

I'm a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope

No money, no love,just tears,w**d, blood, and hoes

I'm like slim these niggas don't feel my pain

A ninty-nine problems and but a b**ch ain't one

Ghetto stories, gangsta musik, thank big labels ain't come

Shitd we just trying see which one

I'm so retarded

And I'm gon all hard and

My game mutheaf**kin b**ch brains up

And I just getting started

They hate 2 see a ni**a ballin

They rather see a ni**a coughin

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

B**ch ni**a ragarded

[Verse 2

If the sh*t 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 ni**a emp yo clip

My grand so ridickuless You can call me da clips

Cause I slap all my b**ches 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 be'cause I'm scared

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

[Chorus

[Verse 3

18 riding lacks ni**a

How you hate dat?

Do it big bad b**ch give me dat shake back ni**a

Yall ain't got do sh*t

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 f**kin 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 f**ker

I'm the spice in da gumbo

I'm bout my f**kin paper man dats all I f**kin 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 ni**a 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 ni**a

[Chorus