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chris webby - imma star lyrics

“imma star”

yeah
oh sh-t, i’m high now
i’m hurt

i thought i told you i’m a star
whether with a free or written down bars
no jewelry, piece of sh-t car but that’s just webby
b-tchin’ i’m a star

i’m a star b-tch
no five points
just a high white kid rolling up a joint
i run the f-cking beat until i pull my groin
eating compet-tion like some stakes sirloin
all about my coins like a d-mn pirate
f-ck with my doubloons b-tch, you should never try it
if you don’t like it, you’re probably just bias
’cause i’ll stay flyer than a helicopter pilot
phone on silent n-body could reach me
smoking on that piece pipe we’re the f-cking tp
cause i come from ct, hold on 203 c
hold my nothing special but i know where all the weed be
beep beep rolling up knee deep, king of all the suburbs and they need me

no need for a receipt, you gon’ keep me
caveman flow i’ve been rapping since the bc
all about my green like the center of the kiwi
up and outersp-ce r2d2 c3p
your girl’s facebook creeps me ’cause she wanna meet me
flow so magic veni vidi vici
no ged kicked out of hofstra but i still lay it down on that beat proper
private school hustler weed up in my dockers
’cause i always stay high on trees like koalas
give me twenty dollars put it in my wallet
rowdy on a beat like a motherf-cking mosh pit
oh my gosh it’s webby baby watch it
no holding back when roll a phat
l up i only bomb sh-t
i’m the bomb b-tch, ecstasy pop it
and then i’m rollin’ like otto rocket
i got it, no hold up i got it
i’m at the summit b-tch, you’ll never top it
i’m up in here, webby’s always gonna start something
always coming with the flame like a carved pumpkin
got your heart thumping and your car b-mping
with this music that i’m making, i don’t charge nothing
these are all freebies, so don’t start man
’cause i’m all the way more animals that tarzan
i live in the bronx zoo so what you gon’ do
i’m a mongrel and i will chomp you
varsity rapper never on the side lines
rhyme fine ’cause my mind is einstein times nine
so start understanding my rhymes cause i’ve been kicking flow
since the land before time
i’m back up on a beat, did i stutter b-tch
always gonna come with something sick
anything you did webby done that sh-t
i’m the come back kid, you better stand up
that’s why the dea in n-ssau wants me handcuffed
you see ya get down and then i land up
me and my mic are soldiers, the beat commands us
so roll the gram up ’til we’re getting superhigh
y’all are just fake sick like that ferris bueller guy
me i’m the bird flu, do not make me hurt you
’cause i spit it raw b-tch uncooked perdu
i’m a jerk dude and i will burn you
when the moon is up a werewolf is what i turn to
i’m the rapper you should call, look, always chasing after tail like a dog
woof, paws, hook-line, hit ’em with the sinker
then skate away b-tch, call me andy brinck-brincker

i’m a star b-tch
well at least in ct
feeling right
you know, he’s droppin’ bars
it’s what i do
holla

- chris webby lyrics

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