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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Webbie
Vocals
Mannie Fresh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Byron Thomas
Lyrics
Webster Gradney Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mannie Fresh
Producer
David West
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
(feat. Mannie Fresh)
(Intro)
Whoa wuz up world this ya boy fresh and I'm fina give you some pimformation about the situation ya heard only holla at the bad bitches and I'm put
Your number in my chicktionary ya heard and i'll and i got the next wit a bad ass cunt let me see if yall catch the voicesurprise yall
(verse 1)
Yeah you think you all that don't cha can't nobody tell you shit you the shit everybody with a dick want you keep your hair and nails did up bet
You ain't even got no kids oh you do you keep your kids up you go to school wat you going for to be a nurse, a teacher, a lawyer do hair or what you ain't even
Got an old man hu oh you do do he spoil you give ya everything you ask for so ya point you a lady not a trap or slut not a freak you just like to back
Your ass up ya mommy ain't raised a dummy yous a fan but so the street fame and the money you could pass up keep on dancing I'm starting to understand ya
So you the type to make them hoes put they man up the fresh white tenne shoes or the sandles make a nigga lose manners got damn it.
(chorus:)
Come here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch (hollar at a pimp) come here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch
Come here bitch bitch (ya nigga is a whimp) come here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch bitch (i'll take you to the crib) come
Here bitch come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch bitch (were a trill nigga live)
(verse 2)
You say you got your shit strait you ain't worried bout no man taken care of you you gone git yours any way thick girl pretty face big thighs
Skinny waist don't really do the club you just heard that it was jiggalatin ain't never been to jail couldn't take that cell don't smoke? can't take that
Smell smoke a lil color but a nigga couldn't tell jiggle like a stripper but the cooche ain't for sale your heart you never gave 'cause a nigga wasn't real
Never felt played cause you can't play a playa instead of gettin hurt you rather chill so you chillin rather be alone then have him playin wit your
Feelings I'm peepin how you actin? like you ain't wit it actin like you some kind of virgin i kinda digg it cause i ain't one of them them clowns around
That be bullshittin neva slippin keep playin ima get it cause you sexy
(chorus)
(verse 3)
Remind me of the movie playas club I'm tellin ya face like diamond shape like ebony? one arched eyebrows with a belly ring doing an old crazy ass
Dance that i ain't ever seen bet you took an hour trying to squeeze that ass up in them jeans is that your real hair or is you stunting come here let me
See ass out spittin butin open hold up better beeyes all low from all the smoke and i can barely see ass break a hard dick in half girl marry me you like
This song hu young savage I'm the man to be I'm from Louisiana but? i'll get some shit on camera you would never want your man to see me grippin your ass
Cheeks pussy drippin water suckin Boosie dick and screamin Webbie fuck me harder your i'd on the dresser rite outside the camcorder and every body pisse in
The toilet I'm retarded
(chorus)
(outro)
Ay ay ay respect it pimpin picture me and yo bitch name on my license plate on the front of my cutlass you heard me and yo hoe starin me and yo hoe
Picture me and yo bitch at my crib on my posterpidict bed with the sleep number 16 mattress stiff and I'm giving her big long hard country dick yeah respect that
Writer(s): Byron Thomas, Webster Gradney
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