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Webbie I Remember
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Webbie I Remember was released on December 15, 2017 by Atlantic/Trill as a part of the album BooPac
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AlbumBooPac
Release DateDecember 15, 2017
LabelAtlantic/Trill
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boosie Badazz
Boosie Badazz
Vocals
Corey Dennard
Corey Dennard
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Songwriter
Webster Gradney Jr.
Webster Gradney Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Grey
John Grey
Mastering Engineer
A. Samir Urbina
A. Samir Urbina
Mixing Engineer
Corey Dennard
Corey Dennard
Producer

Lyrics

I remember we was wildin'
Over half the XP, this was way more the molly
Everybody got around
Point to prove like a motherfucker
Try me, I'll pop (I'll stop)
Webbie on the Henny, fucked up
This was when I was skinny and fucked up (Fucked up!)
**** cluckin' for blood, get fucked up
Memphis grizzly, ****, we fucked up
You remember that December when they ran with the money
Baltimore, tryna sue us, **** playin' with the man
Went to war, had a lot of **** runnin'
Behind bars like a boss, now I'm comin'
Counts to hit, I got stars on my stomach
I remember all the nights you was stressin' 'bout your momma
Maybe pick the phone up and call my motherfuckin' mom
I say, "I love you, momma"
We was young and fucked up in the head
Drankin' from the river if you fuckin' with my bread (Yeah)
Had a lil' money but we livin' in the red
Livin' in the red mean we got it like we said
Keep it real with me
Remember we first got a deal, ****?
And you drop, bad bitch, gimme dat shit
What's real, ****?
I was still in the field with 'em
You was tellin' me to quit
I was tellin' you to wear
I was walkin' through the mall with a strap (Thuggin')
Ten chains on, I ain't goin' for the jet
Beefin' in the cities where the ****, they attack
Deucin', bad ass boys, bigger than his rep
Remember when I told you I was going to the can
You like, man, my man, you goin' to the can
I felt it in your hug, in you hands
Told you I'd be back in a minute
Left the streets, now I'm up in penitentiary
And I'm hearing all these pussy **** hatin'
Sayin' damn, Boosie, shit women goin' crazy
We all goin' through it, pussy **** stop hatin' what I told you
I remember (I remember)
Remember they ran up in your house got your bag, **** (Police)
Same time I was beefin' with these rap ****
You had twins, they was beautiful as ever
Be a dad, what I told you in the letter
I remain the same, how it ended in the end
I'm always preachin' game, ****, you don't need to drink
Then you go preachin' game, ****, you don't need to see
Why you drinkin' Henny, baby, why you sellin' bud?
Webbie did what? You must be fuckin' with his nerves
Kid, you burnin' cds, we gon' stomp you on the curb
Hit 'em on the collar when we first start to swerve
Me, you, and bald head in the car full of herb
Get into it now we fighting like some girls
Who gon' drop first, ****?
Actin' like some girls
Never went to church man, 'cause said-said it was turnt
It's one night of pussy, ****, they be burnt
We thug life for real, pussy ****, you be burnt
When was kids we just wanted our turn
In the hospital, me and you don't learn
'Stead of asking God, give us one more turn
I remember, Webbie
Written by: Torence Hatch, Webster Gradney Jr.
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