Webbie Flow (U Like) - Isaiah Rashad

Baby, can you sucky on my dick?

I know it’s big enough

Ride with a nigga from the South, I know you feel the rush

Fuckin' with a nigga, bitches rarely ever get the touch

Better feel privileged, catch another, you can hit the dust

I done grown up for my child sake, Black and Mild face

Look up loud place, never crowd place

Never skirt chase, maybe first grade, never last place

Never had brakes, pop a transmission, always had faith

Always had trace, always had James in that duplex

Hit a suplex, fuck a crew neck

$pottie solo up in that recess, never regress

Georgia peaches, grab her cheek ass

Such a slutbag, baby nut rag, never cuff that

Love a hoodrat where there’s puss at

Barely have me goin' on that Sosa, I never go back

I never hit it raw again, fucking with the law again

Picking up trash on highways, never my way

Blasé blasé, sneakin' shotty, fuck a Friday

I’m with Robert, chuggin' Bombay, fuck your turn up

Fuck your turn out, we gon burn up

Fuck your mosh pit, I’m on my shit, on that Tribe shit

Got that Phife Dawg;

I might bite, bitch, I’m on tablet

Scribble down, I’m rapping like Kool

Inspire all my local jokers who be quittin' that school

They be hating that job, I was hating that too

I was flipping your burger high as a bitch, but I’m cool

I think I’m blessed now, I only stress about the stress now

Since I’m fresh now, I pull that motherfuckin' dress down (dress down,

dress down)

… And I’m gon' testify girl

… And I’m gonna touch your thighs

… I’m gon' spend the night, girl

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