Tennessee Webbo (Ft. Babyface Ray & Icewear Vezzo)
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[Intro: WEBBO]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Runnin' up a check in my big B's
Drunk a four of that Tech, woke up in Tennessee
Man, I was high than a motherfucker, dog
[Verse 1: WEBBO]
Chillin' with my white boy in the Tenn'
Two hours later, I done made about ten
They don't see me win
They'd rather see a nigga fucked up, dead, or in the pen'
They don't wanna see me ball, that's why I flex on these niggas
Stayed down for ninety days and ran my check up on these niggas (Yeah)
Hit the Louis store and fuck a check up with my niggas
Your mans fell off, now he claimin' he a killer?
Boy, you broke, nigga, you a joke
Free my nigga Big P, rest in peace to J-Low
Dog owed him some cheese, had to fuck his bitch
Shot his bitch to Tennessee, then she sucked my dick
That's some fucked-up shit (Damn)
Dropped my jeweler a thirty, told him bust my wrist
My mans crossed me over, thought his name was Chris
To live the life that I live, yeah, I took that risk
Been gone for two days, came back with dog shit
[Chorus: WEBBO]
Runnin' up a check in my big B's
Drunk a four of that Tech, woke up in Tennessee
Just made about a fifty-piece
Sold 'em for a hundred, but I only paid fifty-three
Runnin' up a check in my big B's
Drunk a four of that Tech, woke up in Tennessee
Just made about a fifty-piece
Sold 'em for a hundred, but I only paid fifty-three
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Runnin' up a check in my big B's
Drunk a four of that Tech, woke up in Tennessee
Man, I was high than a motherfucker, dog
[Verse 1: WEBBO]
Chillin' with my white boy in the Tenn'
Two hours later, I done made about ten
They don't see me win
They'd rather see a nigga fucked up, dead, or in the pen'
They don't wanna see me ball, that's why I flex on these niggas
Stayed down for ninety days and ran my check up on these niggas (Yeah)
Hit the Louis store and fuck a check up with my niggas
Your mans fell off, now he claimin' he a killer?
Boy, you broke, nigga, you a joke
Free my nigga Big P, rest in peace to J-Low
Dog owed him some cheese, had to fuck his bitch
Shot his bitch to Tennessee, then she sucked my dick
That's some fucked-up shit (Damn)
Dropped my jeweler a thirty, told him bust my wrist
My mans crossed me over, thought his name was Chris
To live the life that I live, yeah, I took that risk
Been gone for two days, came back with dog shit
[Chorus: WEBBO]
Runnin' up a check in my big B's
Drunk a four of that Tech, woke up in Tennessee
Just made about a fifty-piece
Sold 'em for a hundred, but I only paid fifty-three
Runnin' up a check in my big B's
Drunk a four of that Tech, woke up in Tennessee
Just made about a fifty-piece
Sold 'em for a hundred, but I only paid fifty-three
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