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Lil Boosie And Webbie Ghetto Stories

hatin leads to brokeness and brokeness lead to hopeless. And don't thank me nigga, I know its you and your animosity. Chorus. What kinda nigga call my mom and

Tommy'd down, sometime she Polo Sometime she wear them throwback dresses She ain't even four, though And if you paralyzed don't feel played Do it big like no legs and

cha, cause if you come half steppin lil savage gon deal with cha, my big and my lil nigga, my anxious to kill niggaz, all of them savage niggaz and all

Plus I'm on g-street the hardest rollin block in the south And now I'm poppin it off and stackin green Got my first thousand dollars and I ain't even 17 And