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letra de chewbacca - taco hemingway

[verse 1]
mind hairy, money tall as f-ck. call me chewbacca
i don’t want to listen any chuck, give me some waka
“jfk” kind of flopped, i blame it on jimmy hoffa
it’s a race, i’m a big fat rat like mickey’s poppa
f-ck the race, i’ve been in the back. sharpen the t–th. i’m skinning you cats
running the game, going up in the chain and i will har-ssing your b-tches in fact
h.e.m.i.n.g.w. a.y, is that f-cking dude bugging you, huh?
mr. hemingway coming through, ugh. earning my bucks, who the f-ck are you
rolling me in bohan, going bowling with roman
bellic it’s getting hectic but, check it, i come from poland
i’m blowing up in london, there’s only one thing that i’m hoping
i wanna get a f-cking feature from sweden, shout-outs to young lean
shout-outs to pauline, uhm, i was just wondering
if you wanna get married, “godd-mn it, filip, you’re drunk again”
wake up next day, head broke again. trying to roll a cigarette, man, f-ck the wind
no cash, cause i spent most of it. was it even worth it, man, it must’ve been

[chorus]
i’m chewbacca. crossbow, top shotta
i’m chewbacca on these bombaclots
i’m chewbaca. crossbow at the copper
what am i doing? i just drank a lot
i’m screaming:
godd-mn. you motherf-cker, you
godd-mn. you motherf-cker, you
godd-mn. you motherf-cker, you

[verse 2]
i’m chewie, see, put the louie in louis v
and i’m saying shout-outs to c.k, he’s saying like “who is he”?
when i was seventeen on a rooftop in bk, i truly dreamed
of becoming a freaking mc, i’m rapping now, holy sh-t
these rappers annoying
me and the mic, like chandler and joey
look at my b-lls, they’re dangling, boy
i’m marrying perry and strangling zoey
you f-ckers are cute
feeling like biggie so gimme the loot
f-ck all your parties and popping the mollies
my mommy just brought up some broccoli soup
all you blind f-cks is mrs patmore
peep this, how ’bout you tweet less and rap more
jeez. if i was rich like croesus and macklemore
i think that i would buy me a dream at yeezy’s rap store
maybe like a bottle of wine
or two, three, four, you know i think a dozen is fine
a pack of cigarettes, you know i haven’t smoked for some time
i got a message from a fan, f-ck it, i’m not replying
you know why? ‘i’m a diva. f-ck rap, playing fifa
i do a show f-ck off to tenerifa
all you f-ckers eat your hearts out like khaleesi’s beef
i plant the seed in the game like i harvest amber khalifa

[chorus]
i’m chewbacca. crossbow, top shotta
i’m chewbacca on these bombaclots
i’m chewbaca. crossbow at the copper
what am i doing? i just drank a lot
i’m screaming:
“godd-mn. you motherf-cker, you!”
“godd-mn. you motherf-cker, you!”
“godd-mn. you motherf-cker, you!”

[verse 3]
drink something and i’m a wookie
only though my only mixtape flopped, i’m not a rookie
i can almost hear hateful your thoughts like i was sookie
do a vik, bet the dead guy will win, go call your bookie
earl flow, and the lips kinda fat, i’m not as ugly
face always idgaf, like i was droopy
stole the thunder, got banned, got back i got a new key
‘finna start a f-cking cool -ss cult, like captain murphy
taco hems, go and run tell your friends, i’m out-this-worldly
cancerous, like the lump is my kin, shout out to lurleen
are you late for the sweatshirt wagon? well, i’m kind of early
but i bet it’s gonna be full soon, you better hurry
young hems, known for lung flex
rhymes bursting out compulsive like writing a dumb text
i will break your self-esteem after breaking your chums’ necks
show up at your show drunk and befriending your mum’s ex, taco

[outro]
“you motherf-cker, you!”
“you motherf-cker, you!”
“you motherf-cker, you!”

- taco hemingway

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