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letra de politically incorrect - chris webby

[pre-chorus]
yaw, let’s go
bing, bong, bing-y
this f-cking motherf-cking life, stupid
big gorilla, nems, uh
chris webby webby, webby webby
live from the bottom of brooklyn
cody allen, all the way up to connecticut
you know the vibes, i’m at a plateau that you can never get, stupid
let’s go

[chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck who the president is
i’ma f-ck b-tches (f-ck b-tches) and get money (get money), dummy
give a f-ck who the governor is (yeah)
i’ma f-ck b-tches (ah) and get money (ah), dummy
give a f-ck who the senator is (yeah)
i’ma f-ck b-tches (yup) and gеt money, dummy (every day)
f-ck all of your political viеws
’cause it’s still f-cking life, don’t get it confused (let’s go)

[verse 1: nems]
give a f-ck about none of that sh-t, bum
f-ck your life, put a gun in your lips, bum
you old p-ssy ass son of a b-tch
i kidnapped your dog then i punted that sh-t (bing bong)
your mother still listens to nickelback
acne all down your spine, i call you pickle back (d-mn)
that’s disgusting, what type of sh-t is that?
baby, you can suck my d-ck and then l!ck the sack (scrumptious)
all that twerking gave you a tw-t rash (d-mn)
you smoke brown dirt weed, that is not hash (ew)
i might have [?] but i’m not dead (nope)
f-cked five b-tches in seven days, that’s not bad (dude)
i guess that makes me a motherf-cking thot
and you aksing mad questions like a motherf-cking cop
you gon’ f-ck around and get motherf-cking shot
what’s in my motherf-cking pockets? a motherf-cking nine, ’cause
[chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck who the president is
i’ma f-ck b-tches (f-ck b-tches) and get money (get money), dummy
give a f-ck who the governor is (yeah)
i’ma f-ck b-tches (ah) and get money (ah), dummy
give a f-ck who the senator is (yeah)
i’ma f-ck b-tches (yup) and get money, dummy (every day)
f-ck all of your political views
’cause it’s still f-cking life, don’t get it confused

[verse 2: chris webby]
give a f-ck about none of that sh-t, bom
still i got your wifey sucking my d-ck, bom
pull it out and then i bust on her tits
send her home and you welcoming a sl-t with a kiss (disgusting)
me and nems on the run, it just doesn’t end (nah)
the money up, we can double spend (yeah)
i got a bigger set of b-lls than nicki minaj cousin’s friend
just a side effect of my allergy to the government
push a vax on me, you getting throttled
little b-tch, you won’t even see me swabbing my nostrils
rather stick to pharmaceuticals and shots on a bottle
psychedelics and cocaina drip lodged in my tonsil (raw)
v–gr- powder on the counter and i snorted it
we’re more than just a little bit of [?]
with the f-cking mother and bust it up in [?]
then i forced the b-tch over to the local abortion clinic
gun in hand like a genovese b-tton man
motherf-cking son of sam, ducking undercover vans
hundred grand a month and change on rap
and i’ll stay rich even when they raise my tax
still paid as the growths in their neck grew
bars still make heads flip like playing “guess who?”
just a real one out of only a select few
f-ck your life, f-ck your death too, nems tell ’em
[chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck who the president is
i’ma f-ck b-tches (f-ck b-tches) and get money (get money), dummy
give a f-ck who the governor is (yeah)
i’ma f-ck b-tches (ah) and get money (ah), dummy
give a f-ck who the senator is (yeah)
i’ma f-ck b-tches (yup) and get money, dummy (every day)
f-ck all of your political views
’cause it’s still f-cking life, don’t get it confused (stupid)

- chris webby

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