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lirik lagu retarded – webbie


[verse 1]

i’m stackin,rappin but if i just so happen was it, i probably would be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin
i had 2 leave it alone cause the rats r something
look like 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 m-th-f-ckin crown
i don’t have no f-ckin friends
i’m solo now
put my trust and my mack 10 b-tch don’t let me down
just f-ck wit them that’s makin me sick
spoil b-tches 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,weed, blood, and hoes
i’m like slim these n-gg-s don’t feel my pain
a ninty-nine problems and but a b-tch ain’t one
ghetto stories, and gangsta music, thank big labels ain’t come
sh-t we just trying see which one


i’m so r-t-rded
and i’m gon all hard and
my game m-th-f-ckin b-tch brains up
and i just getting started
they hate 2 see a n-gg- ballin
they rather see a n-gg- in a coffin
but rap money, street money i’m gon see money
b-tch n-gg- ragardless

[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 n-gg- emp yo clip
my grand so rid-ckuless you can call me da clips
cause i slap all my b-tches 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


[verse 3]
18 riding lacks n-gg-
how you hate dat?
do it big bad b-tch give me dat shake back n-gg-
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-ckin bug buzzin in dis streets
i know you heard a young savage trill ent
but you forgot bout me
thought i was gone where i’m gone go
i run dis m-th- f-cker
i’m the spice in da gumbo
i’m bout my f-ckin paper man dats all i f-ckin want more
u gone gets wats mine
oh no, ua dumb hoe
still good,still can get u rite on da down low
it never snow in baton rouge
i’m da n-gg- wit da snow
2 let yall n-gg-s do yall thang so i hope yall been gettin it
wat up playa
i’m da new mayor of da city n-gg-