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chris webby - go! lyrics

[verse 1: anoyd]
i’m in my own lane so i’m never in a room
i grated it like shredded parmesan
whatchu want, i hop up in the car and i vroom vroom gone with the engine raw
and they feelin’ like joe when i put the b+tton on
i be hotter than a motherf+cker like the oven on
they call me in a hood when they check light on
it’s only right that i shine when there’s somethin’ wrong
i proved it, i’m well out the say
move b+tch, get out the way
i’m ludacris, i throw my humerus, and get a elbow to the face
and i won’t go buggin, oh so sudden
p+pump it up like i know joe budden
tuck my gun in, po po runnin’
in a go+kart like a hobo comin’
i’m in a jet, you in a cab
i’m mufasa like simba dad
you wanna be down with the adhd
cause you wanna be a winner bad
you want the success that i’m finna have
and i’m in it fast, can’t count all the mouths i have
like i slept with stacy, i did the dash
i’m a dark skin n+gga don’t forget the flash
take a pic

[chorus: anoyd]
m.o.v.e out the way, did 100 on the dash board (yellow with the green coat)
don’t try me, s.t.a.y out my way
go go go go go go faster, go fa+fa+fa+fa
what you talking bout move, b+tch get out the way
in a v with the speed, i don’t care what the gps say (i don’t care)
b+tch make my day, gone make me smoke (me smoke)
put the rubber to the asphalt, g.o. vroom vroom go!
[verse 2: chris webby]
when webb’s in the booth, better get a thesaurus
my engine got better performance
if we bumpin’ heads like a pachycephalosaurus
i k!ll them like kenny mccormick
they never before us, sh+t we got the lead
bakin’ a whipped macaroni and cheese
fly in a “v” like canadian geese
and they don’t want none with the adhd (gang)
can’t keep up with my car rides
view the road and i’m all ice
first person like far cry
never crash on those hard drives
got a full boost with that golden (golden)
mushroom that i’m holdin’
when i put a star out, they be stalled out, y’all gon’ think that the whole game frozen
b+tch better blow that cartridge
n64 metaphors, y’all just talkin’
ain’t about sh+t, wack artists
just a bunch or oscar the grouch muhf+ckers, y’all garbage
yeah they gon’ slow the f+ck, slow the f+ck, slow the f+ck down
hold ’em up, hold ’em up, hold ’em up, boaw
swerve in the fast lane, take over the rap game (bang)
let me show ’em all how

- chris webby lyrics

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