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chris webby - bars on me lyrics

yeah, i’m back up in this b-tch, just like a uterus,
and i don’t need no lubricated condom when i’m doing
this.
always got a doobie lit, swerve behind the wheel and
maneuver it,
20-20 with it they use my eyes and see the future with
’em.
moving sh-t, i’m just trying to be what i’m supposed to
be,
supposedly i’m dope, saint nicholas ain’t as cold as
me.
thing we got in common is i’m always with a hoe or
three.
make it drop it like someone with parkinson’s carrying
groceries.
’cause i’m here and i rap that sh-t, doing shows and
stacking chips,
take my shirt off when i spit, that’s why your girl is
on my d-ck.
got these tats all on my body and a pocket full of
piff,
fill the bong up with some ice cubes, baby, take a hit.
see, i’m running for the t-tle, everybody voting
webster.
drinking straight tequila out a motherf-cking blender
middle finger stay up, n-body can censor
i’m a dog, always sniffing for the female gender.
friend her up on facebook and from there it’s a wrap,
send her poke and then tomorrow she’ll be sitting on my
lap.
even back, when i was broke, my girlies always had a
rack
love them big t-tty b-tches with bodies covered in
tats.
it’s that marijuana twister, a twist and grabbing
ladies from the mixer
then i bring ’em to the telly and crack a bottle of
liquor.
’cause i never gave a f-ck, i’m the type to bang your
sister,
then go back to your crib and f-ck your moms like
stiffler.
i hope you get the picture, take it on your kodak,
up in webby’s world you cannot reach me with a road map
to find that you need adderall, ambien and some prozac.
always cooking fire, someone show me where the stoves
at.
keep on dropping heat, all you players grab your
cleats,
’cause i’m all in this game for winning, i don’t settle
for defeat.
from the suburbs to the streets i will stand by what i
speak
and i don’t even know what this b-tch is saying up on
the beat.

but i got a hundred bars on me,
everything that we throw on, the credit card’s on me.
every drink that we get, the t-tty bar’s on me
and i’ll be living just like this until my heart don’t
beat.
b-tches it’s chris webby, that whitey who spit deadly,
with my foot up on the pedal like i’m mario andretti.
f-cker, i rap flames and murder the rap game
spittin’ ’til i’m number one with a bullet like max
payne.
got that nerf gun tucked and i’ll aim it at your gut,
better duck is the track that cracker and slapper of
big but.
getting drunk, always looking for some double d cups,
but in the lab i’ll cook it up like i’m wolfgang puck.

get in the game and i go straight h.a.m.,
when i get the rock up in my hand,
’cause i’m here to get it popping, just exactly how i
planned.
take a stand right here for this rapping sh-t and keep
my lyrics accurate
test me while beating webby, just simply will never
happen.
b-tch, salute me, ’cause truly, i be the dopest on the
chords,
master yoda with the bars, i’m a jedi with the force.
that’s ’cause webby done got that flow, they get act
like they don’t know,
but they ain’t f-cking with me, period, yo, fanito.

- chris webby lyrics

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