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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 I'll? 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 fuck with this Cause I'm fuckin' sick so who's touchin' Chris? Treat a chick like an Oreo and double dip Because I'm white as a glass of milk And I'm a rap until the sun comes up, Massive skill Yeah I got so, I don't gotta brag I'm I'll But I still do when I'm drunk on a bag of pills Cause I rap shit hotley, Everybody watch me Cause I love attention and nobody 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 Letras de cancionesI'm so godly, rollin' with my homeboy Abi So you know I'm a do what I gotta do hard body I'm the shit need a potty probably Do it all in front of your eyes like hibachi Roll the dice like Yahtzee, got more balls than Botchi I'm rollin' out top speed, and I'm callin' out shotty! No blitz, bitch 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'm a bring her back to the sac and sex 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 pass till we getting high as hell 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, Fuck that. I'm I'll, Chris Webby bitch. You better remember that damn name. Shit. And I'm out! From Letras Mania