a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de sometimes - chris webby

[chorus: chris webby]
you shouldn’t give a f-ck about me
’cause i don’t give a f-ck about you
you should probably worry about yourself some time
trying to chill and get high, ay

[verse 1: chris webby]
yeah, i’m comin’ with that fire that i got in my belly that’s stored within’
crazy since the doc was umbilical cord-snippin’
i’m sword grippin’, so you better call up the mortician
as i take my compet-tion and mop up the floor with ’em
they all listen, tracks got ’em hooked like i’m spore fishing
you cannot ignore christian, i’m future award-winning
doing key bumps before pitching the fourth inning, and call me darryl strawberry in the dugout raw sniffing
the bombs ticking, the second the songs written
they’ll all fall victim, and left with their b-lls missing, like a neutered dog
k!ll ’em all, b-tch i’m john wick and never not spitting syllables fitting right on rhythm
lover of all women, leaving their jaw dripping
hit it raw like the thoughts ya’ll thought were forbidden
then she rolled it, oliver twist like charles d-ckens
put the lighter to the joint and get high as a mars mission
major tom, listen, i’m lost on a truck in the stars with spot whippin’
these trees that we breathe are as green as lawn trimmings
but i think i left my lsd in the jar with ’em
now i’m floating in the sky with diamonds, so uh
no one bother me alright, i’m vibin’
then i’m, touching down on a private island
heating up whatever climate i’m in

[chorus: chris webby]
you shouldn’t give a f-ck about me
’cause i don’t give a f-ck about you
you should probably worry about yourself some time
i’m trynna to chill and get high
yeah, you shouldn’t give a f-ck about me
’cause i don’t give a f-ck about you
you should probably worry about yourself some time
i’m trynna to chill and get high
don’t be k!lling my vibe, yeah

[verse 2: jarren benton]
i f-ck the sheeps, i handle the herd
a man of his word, it dripped out and splurged on these animal furs
think you’re funny just like hannibal buress? you think i’ma spend a grand on that purse?
go run your van through a church
i put your man in the dirt, came from the land of the cursed
jumped out my mamma’s p-ssy, then went and put my hands on the nurse
no moe f-cks to get it, you d-ck l!ckers
you b-tches is this bitter, because how the wrist glitter
the stick leave ’em disfigured, i might tip her six figures
if she get my d-ck stiffer, oh, she got a big sister
so what, i’m a sick n-gga, the sick for the sl!ck
critter, the fridge got a big britter
no b-tch, i can’t hit jigga or reeree
she always k!ll my vibe, b-tches naggin’, stay on repeat
i might k!ll this hoe, now her body floatin’ with seaweed
i’m sorry, know my thoughts are a bit hairy
i’ve been head on with machete
show love to my n-gga webby

[verse 3: chris webby]
yeah yeah, thank you jarren, i really appreciate it
we them underground k!llers that cannot believe we made it
all we did was leap of faith it, aspire to be the greatest
either way, it’s undeniable, sh-t cannot be debated
you was in your grannie’s bas-m-nt, i was in my parent’s attic
going spastic with a pad and a pen, trying to write a cl-ssic
they rejected me coming up, would tell me i f-cking suck
i kept an att-tude to give a negative twenty f-cks
so what you give a f-ck about me for, i’ve been with the bottom feeders on the sea floor
now i’ve got that c4, i’ve been blowing up
and they need more, record, leave a beat torn, i’m in peak form
when i’m rocking sh-t it’s obvious that i gotta get, without the props that i should probably get, or acknowledgement
for my accomplishments, but i don’t rock with the politics
get off my d-ck, suck and swallow it, b-tch

[chorus: chris webby]
you shouldn’t give a f-ck about me
’cause i don’t give a f-ck about you
you should probably worry about yourself some time
trying to chill and get high, ay
yeah, you shouldn’t give a f-ck about me
’cause i don’t give a f-ck about you
you should probably worry about yourself some time
trying to chill and get high, ay
don’t be k!lling my vibe, yeah

- chris webby

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS