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WEBBIE lyrics : "Laid Way Back"

[verse 1:]
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 $$# until tomorrow
Baby momma $$# 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 $#[email protected] 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


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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 $#[email protected] my dick 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$#[email protected]
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 told her to drop it


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[verse 3:]

When I walk up in the mall with that big $$# stack
fresh kicks fresh boes with the jersey to match
you know I got to do it big ^!$$% 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 blown

them ghetto mommas dont trip they askin you got some mo
let her momma hit the dro and 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 ^!$$%s askin is it for sale
security dont be trippin they be puttin in tne air

when you in here thats all you smell high dro is what we smokin
when we be


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