4 Kasım 2012 Pazar

Chris Webby - Bars On Me Lyrics

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Audioyea i’m back up in this bitch just like a uterusand i don’t need lubricated condom when i’m doing thisalways got a doobie litswerve behind the wheel and maneuver ittwenty-twenty with it, use my eyes to see the future quickmoving shiti’m just trying to be what i’m supposed to besupposedly i’m dope, st. nicholas ain’t as cold as methe thing we got in common is i’m always with a ho or threemake them drop it like someone with parkinson’s carrying groceriescause i’m here and i rap that shit, doing shows and stacking chipstake my shirt off when i spit that’s why your girl is on my dickgot these tats all on my body and a pocket full of pifffill the bong up with some ice cubes, baby take a hitsee i’m running for the title, everybody voting websterdrinking straight tequila out a mother fucking blendermiddle finger stay up, nobody can censori’m a dog always sniffing for the female genderfriend her up on facebook and from there it’s a wrapsend a poke and then tomorrow she’ll be sitting on my lapeven back when i was broke, my girlies always had a racklove them big titty bitches with bodies covered in tatsit’s that marijuana twister, grabbing ladies from the mixerthen i bring them to the telly, and crack a bottle of liquorcause i never gave a fuck, i’m the type to bang your sisterthen go back to your crib and fuck your moms like stiffleri hope you get the picture, take it on your kodakup in webby’s world you cannot reach me with a road mapto find it you need adderall ambein and some prozacalways cooking fire, someone show me where the stoves atkeep on dropping heat, all you players grab your cleatscause i’m in this game to win it, i won’t settle for defeatfrom the suburbs to the streets, i will stand by what i speakand i don’t even know what this bitch is saying up on the beatbut i got a hundred bars on meeverything that we throw on the credit card’s on meevery drink that we get at the titty bar’s on meand i’ll be living just like this until my heart don’t beatbitches it’s chris webby, that whitey who spit deadlywith my foot up on the pedal like i’m mario andrettifucker i rap flames and murder the rap gamespitting ’til i’m number one with a bullet like max paynegot that nerf gun tucked and i’ll aim it at your gutbetter duck, it’s that cracker and slapper of big buttsgetting drunk, always looking for some double d cupsbut in the lab i cook it up like i’m wolfgang puckget them in the game and i go straight ham when i get the rock up in my handcause i’m here to get it popping just exactly how i plannedtake a stand right here for this rapping shit and keep my lyrics accuratetest me but beating webby just simply will never happen bitchsalute me cause truly i be the dopest on the chordsmaster yoda with the bars, i’m a jedi with the forcethat’s cause webby done got that flowthey can act like they don’t knowbut they ain’t fucking with me period yofineto

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