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You've got mail Woo, check the WiFi Call your internet provider, grab a lighter Smoke a fire in this bitch until we quite high Got the K-9 unit barking at me every single motherfucking time that I'ma ride by Yeah, hit the pedal yelling "Bye bye!" But if y'all really want beef, I'ma get on Uber Eats Turn this bitch into a Five Guys, tell 'em I'll chow down A tyrannosaurus rex every time I take a step It be followed by a loud sound Make a motherfucker bow down When they see my silhouette through tinted windows at Around Town I'm a goddamn genius The word's over their head like a meme and shit I'll use a motherfucker's name, never sneak a diss I'm never scared, bone crusher, never plead the fifth Too many checks to count When I factor in the next amount. shit I'ma need to get a tenth account I'm all over the web, call me Wreck-it-Ralph So if they try'na pop up I'ma X them out But I ain't left the house in days And I'm still all in your face On a website, because Web's sight is 20/20 get on Web's page Bitch, I'm here to stay Better tell them that I'm here now Letras de cancionesI'm the antidote One of the rawest on the whole damn Atlantic coast And somebody beating me up in this motherfucking ring That's like Donald Trump winning the Hispanic vote I'll bum rush the game Saying "Motherfucker, what's my name?" Yeah, cloth isn't cut the same I'll be spitting 'til I bust a vein Now tell me what's my name? What's my name? What? It's W, W, W, dot It's worldwide web and I'm gunning for the top It's W, W, W, dot Yeah, it's worldwide web, motherfucker, and I'm coming for your spot Yelling "Fuck your feelings" Yeah, my aim on point I don't care what the fuck y'all feeling Yeah it's worldwide web Woo, hit the log in You got motherfucking mail, leave a trail of the breadcrumbs everywhere I'm walking Hansel and Gretel with a touch of heavy metal and some late 90s rap in my Walkman Tell 'em I will never soften I ran through your place, put hands on your face like I [Macaulay culkin ?] Listen, I go hard for weeks with dope bars, repeat Any hater in my way, Control, Alt, Delete Call me Worldwide Web, a Christian Bourdain All I do is board planes I wrote off the seats as a business expense Sick when I flip my sentence I rip shit, spit tremendous And cock back and swing with the fists of vengeance Relentless, everybody in attendance gon' see You don't wan' be fucking with me Rule so fucking deep, you'd think we under the seats Yeah [?] with the punches that'll buckle your knees You would think you watching the WWE Come and you'll see Listen, I be coming correct Throw your chips down, man fuck it, I'ma double your bet Shit I'll run in just to pull in on a rug and I'll jet I live a wild life, WWF Yeah it's WW dot com Worldwide Web in your CD Rom I been all up on the internet dropping bombs Ever since I was Myspace friends with Tom I'm about to bum rush the same Tell me motherfucker, what's my name Yeah our cloth isn't cut the same I'll be spitting 'til I bust a vein Now tell me what's my name? What's my name? What? It's W, W, W, dot It's worldwide web and I'm gunning for the top It's W, W, W, dot Yeah, it's worldwide web, motherfucker, and I'm coming for your spot Yelling "Fuck your feelings" Yeah, my aim on point I don't care what the fuck y'all feeling Yeah it's worldwide web From Letras Mania