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chris webby - buddaflie lyrics

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ye, ye, ye, ye, yea.
woo, let’s go!

come my lady,
come come my lady.
i am the [?],
you can’t trade me.
hate me or love me i spit greatly.
f-ckin up the track,
my town is crazy.

i’ll be back on the beat,
back like the red seat
reclined and now i’m puttin up my feet.
heat
is what i produce like rub and flint.
punches gottcha seeing two like double mint.

i’m just trying to cop a dub
and split a dutch open.
fill it with that mary jane
and start smokin’.
rollin’ that sh-t up and get blasted,
smellin’ so good in a bag
it’s -rg-smic.

drop rhythms,
pop pills till i’m trippin’
so high that my feet are liften off the ground like a magician.
since i started flippin’
i just never stopped spittin’.
now i am a brain surgeon on these pediatricians.

stay whippin’, 2 blunts down
and stay twistin’.
keep my people closer than fingers in a mitten.
verbal ammunition and you know i’m never missin’.
more fly than, dancer, cupid, donnor and blitzin.

i am christian,
last name is webster.
tear down the rap game
insane and clever.
buzzed off the cocaine,
untamed as ever.
come down harder than rain,
spit flames for pleasure.

the x i got won’t find you treasure,
it’ll leave you rollin so hard
you’ll leave in a stretcher.
better than all these clowns,
sh-t i’m blastin off,
i am the next, better asher roth.

with an unheard flow
i’m original,
ct criminal,
any opposition?
minimal.
get up in your face,
not a message is subliminal.
battle with me,
is simply not winnable.

i am the pinical of white raps
since i started to write tracks
blowing up knuckles
and fight back.
i like that.
i might blast off to the moon,
smokin piff for a night,
capped off dogs, so light that.

puff puff p-ss till you fall on your -ss.
quicker than silver
and more fast than the flash.
i’m a go kill em with my flow
while their ready to go.

so bro, you know you can’t rap with me.
your about as hard as a virgin dackquory.
spit some sh-t,
swear to god i was black, yah see.
but i’m a white boy outta the academy.

i master beats,
who could spit it after me.
so if your looking for the best b-tch
ask for me.
i’m a youngster,
the next rap from the rug like bow wow
if he was white and on drugs.

and if his tracks didn’t suck,
but they does
so i’m a be a whole lot better than he was.
i’m buzzed,
you’ll now that hes bad,
like amy winehouse before the rehab.

poppin’ 3 tabs
i’m made like (dog jeckle?).
b-mp up the base line
and you know i rock treble.
number one hip hop rebel.
you know what i meant,
illest mc of european decent.

holla, i’m nice, i’m nice, oh, whoa whoa, let’s go.

- chris webby lyrics

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