chris webby - just dance lyrics
yo!
chris webby,
who else you know is about to go rap over some lady
gaga?
yo for real.
i go hard.
just dance, dance, hold it down
didn’t think i’m ill? well you know it now
what’ll come around goes around,
that’s why i hit ‘em with the dopest sound
flowin’ now got a dub to twist
and not even ron jeremy can f-ck with this
cause i’m f-ckin’ sick so who’s touchin’ chris?
treat a chick like an oreo and double dip
because i’m white as a gl-ss of milk
and i’mma rap until the sun comes up,
m-ssive skill
yeah i got so, i don’t gotta brag i’m ill
but i still do when i’m drunk on a bag of pills
cause i rap sh-t hotley,
everybody watch me
cause i love attention and n-body can stop me
go against me and i’m like john gotti
then you will get taken care of like tamogotchi’s
so sick that they think i’m a zombie,
gee whiz gaudi
i’m so godly, rollin’ with my homeboy abi
so you know i’mma do what i gotta do hard body
i’m the sh-t need a potty probably
do it all in front of your eyes like hibachi
roll the dice like yahtzee, got more b-lls than botchi
i’m rollin’ out top speed, and i’m callin’ out shotty!
no blitz, b-tch no this, i’m so sick if you didn’t
notice!
you don’t know what i been through did you
but i still keep it cooler than an igloo
and i don’t gotta be a big dude,
i’m still a pitbull and you’re a shih tzu
so strong i could lift you, pick you up and drop you
don’t even need to hit you
grapple rappers, put ‘em on the ground
pin ‘em real quick no need for a second round
i was a yellow belt at 6 holdin’ it down,
now takin’ over town by town
wow. let me just smash the set
and find me a little bachelorette
and i’mma bring her back to the sac and s-x
well see how the action gets,
then round two if she pasts the test
spit with a cleverly skilled mixture,
big as the beverly hills ninja (hiya!)
rollin’ up the windows,
light the l
puff puff p-ss till we getting high as h-ll
kill ’em with the wordplay nice as well,
will i get signed soon? only time will tell,
but i’m kickin’ it for now and i love that
postin’ up at the crib like a rugrat,
now where the dutch at,
f-ck that.
i’m ill, chris webby b-tch.
you better remember that d-mn name.
sh-t. and i’m out!
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