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- Webbie Laid Way Back 歌词
- Webbie
- Man I live up in
B.R Ima die up in
B.R I got **** to do today so
I cant die until tomorrow
I done stole a bag of dro
Im gettin high til tomorrow
***** play with me right now im bussin nine til tomorrow
My **** got a bad motor i aint promised til tomorrow so as long as
I got gas ima drive it til tomorrow lookin for a ***** thats bad so we can act until tomorrow put that hoe up on this dro and beat that ass until tomorrow
Baby momma ass just gonna be mad until tomorrow me and boosie rollin guards and acting bad til tomorrow how bout we get pessy drunk and then stagger until tomorrow yo ***** tight,
I wantta me borrow her, let me have her til tomorrow dont give a **** about who smellin when its comin out ya car
Im inhalin and exhalin gettin blunted til tomorrow lets go posted up at the spot and make some change til tomorrow if im laid **** i might do the same thang tomorrow [chorus: (x4)]
Laid way back behind black gettin blowed full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes [verse 2:]
I was spose to go drop my red bone off or not for some fit she trynna cop said she need right now what had happen was
I had stopped by my *****
B spot and he had a big blunt of that dro and
I forgot I was spose to go to the studio
I got some hits to drop but a ***** had hit me on the phone and told me to come pick her up cuz how she **** my **** got hard she tellin me how she so wide she took those draws off and
I forgot went to check the mailbox some sepeana from the motha****a tellin me my court date in 2 weeks for beatin on my older woman showed up at that hoe apartment smokin somethin ran into her put it in her mouth and charges dropped man you know a ***** [chorus: (x4)] [verse 3:]
When I walk up in the mall with that big ass stack fresh kicks fresh boes with the jersey to match you know
I got to do it big ***** give me the hat manager comin out the back cuz all he smell is that dro when
I go and see my hoes my eyes be all low my clothes be full of smoke they mommas be knowin
Im blowed them ghetto mommas dont trip they be askin you got some mo let her momma hit the dro and all she smell is that dro when
I hit the club they can tell cuz
Im puttin it in the air hoes ask can they hit ****** askin is it for sale security dont be trippin they puttin in tne air when you in here thats all you smell high dro is what we smokin when we be [chorus: (x4)]
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