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(feat. Lil Phat) [Verse 1: Webbie] I qotta fully automatic, two-bananas dats a hundred You already kno the story, some lil niggas owe me money I came out here got on, I'm on homies acting funny I left them niggas alone cuz I felt the jack was coming I shoot up to Atlanta, I be rollin down the strip They be on e like I'm tip, I'll chill then I'll dip Up above to the club, to Manhattan see whats crackin Girl will lick e like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing Me and boo from baton rouge,get that big ragedy we be stackin We be packing them big rougers put you losers on a platter Make some moves up to St. Louis, then get Nelly on the telley Watching belly shooting dice and betin thousand on the seven Seen Kelly in Chicago fuck it yo showed me the club We went in and popped some bottles, everybody showed me love Ain't no telling where we goin and it don't matter where we was Mane I can go where ever the fuck I want simply because [Chorus] How many records you sold, I wont with you when you drove So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them folks Y'all be creepin in that road, Ima get you outta here Fuck how many records you sold, I wont with you when you drove Letras de cancionesSo I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them folks Y'all be creepin in that road, Ima get you outta here [Verse 2: Lil Phat] I be the trill fam, nigga don't forget the youging You don't kno how I'm coming hoe look let a nigga run it I'm like a monkey out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan tennis shoe Its a southside thing from jimmy lou, the illest shoe I kno my trill fam niggas oh they gon ride for me (ride for me) And all them ones who ain't convicted Oh they take five for me (take five for me) We fucking bad bithes don't fuck with them sadd bitches Don't like lil bitty hoes we fucking with the phat bitches Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I mean my knot be way fatter And if you fuck with me you hear that ratta tatta tatta We cut up and and we show out from bently to phantoms A nigga a punk a bitch we stamp'em We shining on them yeah we grimmy like a mothafucka Climbing on them yeah we grinding like a mothafucka Drink yo hard liqour Ima sip my cold cup You can be from outta town Imma make you put them fours up [Chorus] How many records you sold, I wont with you when you drove So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them folks Y'all be creepin in that road, Ima get you outta here Fuck how many records you sold, I wont with you when you drove So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them folks Y'all be creepin in that road, Ima get you outta here From Letras Mania