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Wat Up, Wat Up 
 We in dis bitch 
 Webbie Trill ENT Young Savage
 We in dis bitch 
 I'm lookin for da baddest bitch up in here 
 We in dis bitch 
 Baddest-Bitch-In-Here 
 We in dis bitch 
 I want her, I want her 
 We in dis bitch 
 
 Look
 Niggas still talking thousands, man dats ol' money 
 I den got so much of cake, I'm gettin hoes money 
 Like da Birdman bitch, I got blow money 
 Lookin for a friend girl, tryna let her hold something 
 Pull up in a cold something, bought a whole dozen bottles 
 da club still bucking jus to throw something 
 just got finished smokin a cigar, finna roll something 
 I got my people wit me, look like a hundred of us 
 stupid as chain on, I spent a hundred something
 Bent her over like a dawg, I had her running from me 
 Ask me where I came from, I told dat hoe from nuthin
 Lil pretty perky titties, booty like a bubble
 Told me dat she had a man, she do it on da under 
 U know Savage gone, stay wit da baddest one 
 Heard it was gone be jumpin, so I jus had to come 
 I'm on a hundred dawg, man who I'm lookin for 
 
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 We got big dollas, yaw got lil chips 
 Champagne bottles, riding round in big whips 
 We make it rain on em, yaw make it drip drip 
 I'm tryna leave wit da baddest bitch in here 
 Throw some cheese on da baddest bitch in here 
 Make ya self seem like u da baddest bitch in here 
 I believe she da baddest bitch in here 
 Yes indeed u da baddest bitch in here
 I-WANT-HER 
 
 Fuck dat shit, I want dat bitch there
 Da pretty one, I don't want da sadiddy one
 Seen to many ratchet ass hoes gettin sitcoms
 'hind closed doors, all dey do is suck big boys 
 Everytime I go up to da awards, Imma get one
 Matter fact me and Phat just gone just stick one 
 Really in da streets mane, I ain't just on 
 Da microphone checkers, dey crack up under pressure 
 Lookin for da baddest bitch up in here 
 And wen I get her, Imma hit her and forget her 
 And name a nigga trilla, I'll admit it 
 Ain't da richest nigga, but my cake, straight 
 And most of these other niggas fake 
 Drankin Rosa, smoking on grapes
 And i can sit here, and throw dis money all day
 Let em hate 
 Remind them haters don't play
 I'll hate to have to bloody up da place 
 I-WANT-HER 
 
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 I want my bitch to be a big fine ass juicy 
 And u don't have to tell her, she know wat she doing 
 Trill ENT still here still booting 
 Da bitch standing still, but her booty still moving 
 Can catch me in a benz drop top just cruising 
 Or even in da club popping bottles wit a cutie 
 Da niggas hollering at me, sayin Webbie how ya do it 
 Got dat type of shit, dat a make everybody loose it 
 These niggas rapping bout gettin money 
 Can't prove it, Nigga I got 9 or 10 cars sittin stupid 
 And these niggas going to jail high pussy stupid 
 Cuz I den seen some hoes leave some niggas lookin stupid
 Cupid, yaw ain't playa's yaw foolish 
 Spend ya last dolla on cuchi, u a clown
 You clown of excuses, and we got money flying everywhere
 So just excuse it, 
 I-WANT-HER 
 
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