This Me

Album cover art for "This Me" by Webbie

Webbie - Rap

This Me

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Duration: 2:32

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[Intro] I wish for money cars clothes and golds I was eleven And now I'm rich and all I wish is that I go to heaven Just throw a few grams of some purple flowers my coffin I never turn up on my fam no matter what you offer Just tell the twins just tell em to relax I'll be waiting where grandma at With Ned and uncle Fet Before I be a buster I'd rather be Like my big brother cuffed in handcuffs And ain't nobody gotta send me nothing Hard to kill with a heart of steel Hell yeah, I can raise mother fucking hell [Hook] Better ask somebody I'm telling somebody better get these niggas Ima bend that bitch so low I don't need nobody with me nigga Tryna get me nigga don't miss me nigga Better hit me nigga Ain't nothing that I do [?] nigga I sat back fuck that Now I'm back you ain't miss me nigga With ma dime my niggas go ride Like a mother fucking ten speed nigga Still do the same lil nigga Since I was little now I [?] bigger Better look at me nigga Diss me nigga [Verse 1] If you think I just looked up You got me so fucked up Left a nigga long yeah I did it so what Might finna let them niggas get me fucked up I'm right here I ain't got nowhere to fucking go Hit the nigga for the low gimme fifty for a show Got a pound for the blow I can drown and I'm [?] Rose by the case [?] by the stove Hoe ice cold like some [?] on the stove GuccI everyday and I got [?] up in the store Smoke more weed than a mother fucker grow Got a car with no keys Just get in there and go [Verse 2] I got the pedal to the floor Whip whip bang yeah the mother fucker glow Catch a [?] let that mother fucker go I ain't never go change hell no fucking no Another fact here nigga I never look back [?] nigga Ain't never [?] this whole damn world Ain't nothing in the world I'm fearing And I'm so serious all of my business These niggas so curious [Hook] Better ask somebody I'm telling somebody better get these niggas Ima bend that bitch so low I don't need nobody with me nigga Tryna get me nigga don't miss me nigga Better hit me nigga Ain't nothing that I do [?] nigga I sat back fuck that Now I'm back you ain't miss me nigga With ma dime my niggas go ride Like a mother fucking ten speed nigga Still do the same lil nigga Since I was little now I [?] bigger Better look at me nigga Diss me nigga [Verse 3] I floss out like day and night They'll have to come get me nigga Don't none a my fans don't diss me nigga Now none a my pants don't fit me nigga Couldn't see me where the TV Better go look up at the cover of ma CD This BET at it's baddest I'm whipping they call me savage Got carrots like I'm a rabbit They stabbing like it's a habit I don't want nothing I have it If I ain't bring it I'm stacking I told myself that I owe myself [?] If you got that bitch advise that bitch Nigga know what I mean Y'all better size that bitch I got a [?] on my bitch [?] We gazing and holding [?] And we don't like hoes up in the kitchen From the [?] Trill fam we [?] still will hustle her ass off Finna get the plate like I never ate [Hook] Better ask somebody I'm telling somebody better get these niggas Ima bend that bitch so low I don't need nobody with me nigga Tryna get me nigga don't miss me nigga Better hit me nigga Ain't nothing that I do [?] nigga I sat back fuck that Now I'm back you ain't miss me nigga With ma dime my niggas go ride Like a mother fucking ten speed nigga Still do the same lil nigga Since I was little now I [?] bigger Better look at me nigga Diss me nigga [Verse 4] Still the same old cat Since way back ain't that much change nigga But the mustang turned to a ferrarI Leather seats no top With a bad bitch so bright Look white independent she work up in the hospital I send y'all boy [?] to the bank like you work with em Yeah these niggas getting money but these niggas so post up That you probably gotta post with em [?] But a nigga so hood nigga probably got to work with him I'm the prince of the thrill if you real [?] If you fuck with this [?] [Outro] Rounding up bitches like the people No one's leaving and no one's breathing Raid the closets check the dresser Kill everybody double check em Trill for life bitch respect it Disrespect it you'll regret it If you still don't get the message you better check it Sweet zone

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