chris webby - contradictory to grown ups lyrics
“contradictory to grown ups”
first of all, shout to chiddy bang yo.
but it’s webby and i still be off the chain.
so i’ll get your girl and do what you seeing on bang bros.
stacking you tube, hits like a double rainbow
so fresh, got a old spice old feel
tryna stay on course like a roadskill
they wanna know how i be killin’ it with no deal
and got the game mapped out, michael scofield.
no prison break, get up here and renovate
every venue that i’m hittin’ up in every state
twist a zig-zag then i levitate
webby been bad, professor snake
i’m like manny pacquiao times four
hypen up the crowd when i’m out on tour
i need a dollar like i told you before
so i could cop an arnold palmer when i’m hittin’ the store
encore, i used to pop pills, always puffin’ bud
i think i’m still rollin’, team pup n’ suds
now i’m going big time and i’m lovin’ this
when i step in, dudes better cuff your chicks
i don’t speak game, i say a couple words
next thing you know we’re both under the confident
in the comfort of my hotel suite
having sloppy drunk s-x and forgettin’ by next week
i’m a beazel, reppin’ connecticut like a husky
ct swag, everybody here loves me
got a stainless steel flow, never spit it rusty, (nah)
running sh-t like nucky, trust me
name buzzin’ all over the f-ckin’ country
shout to my ninjas and everybody who b-mps me
so just feed me beats, i got the munchies
nothing better than an instrumental when i’m hungry
the illest thing that ever hit pro tools, i’m 1-51
they just o’doules, live by no rules
no one’s stoppin’ me, they say webby rocks
geology, even haters gotta b-mp my sh-t
so what, thanks for the you tube hits you dumb b-tch
put me in the mix, i’m a be the last spittin’
i’m a tiger, y’all domesticated cat, kitten
you’ll get smacked kitten, left there with your cash missin’
it’s a fact, listen, i’ll be on a track rippin’
haters crack jokes, i just laugh with ’em
and get loud, like waka flocka ad-libing
spit venom out, every time i rap rhythms
webby’s the deadliest catch, i’m goin’ crab fishin’
teachin’ hip-hop 101, so take notes
bring it back, mo’f-cker i’m done
yeah, webby, murdering sh-t
it’s what i do, you now
let’s go!
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