Lyrics Chris Webby – Do Like Me
Text:
Verse 1:
Let’s go!
See it’s Webby
The dude who fucked your girl last Summer
And I ain’t even smash with a rubber
So if your kid look like me
Don’t even ask motherfucker
Huh, you could be just like Web’
With a bottle in your hand
And a blunt to the head
Adderall (check!), shit I got my meds
But I think the doctor gave me something else instead
See I’m back again
What’s happenin’
Real life Billy Madison
And you know that I be rollin’
Life of a rockstar
Until I see those fucking lights on the cop car
When I hit it (Woop Woop!) we out
Time to dip, bring a chick to my parent’s house
Hit it on the tempurpedic from the back, right there
‘Till I hear (Chris) Mom stay the fuck downstairs!
Hook:
So put your hands up, and do like me
Fill your cups up, and roll that weed
Sloppy drunk in that VIP
Ever since I had a fake ID
So put your hands up, and do like me
Wash those pills down, and feel that beat
You could be just like me
Verse 2:
See it’s Webby
The dude who.. ah shit, that was last verse
I’m so high that I’m reading shit backwards
Jedi Master, life of a bachelor
Your girl’s like salt (Why?) all up on this cracker
Walk around dizzy, with a cup full of whiskey
The next shot of Jack in front of me looking risky
Think about it quick, then I drink it more quickly
Cause fuck, everybody in the club getting tipsy!
From the booth to the track, I am here
At your frat with a beer, unlatching brassieres (uh)
And I’m feeling like I’ll never go to sleep
With all this shit that’s in my system
I’ll be up for a week
So it’s time to party like I do (I do)
Because it’s all I know, I don’t even try to (try to)
‘Till I’m forty-five thinkin how the time flew (time flew)
With a cup of vodka and some ice cubes
Telling them to
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Verse 3:
We smoking
And we be drinking
And we be fucking
All like its nothing
That’s all I know
Party, until we black out
And then we pass out
Then wake up like
Fucking let’s do it again!
So everybody just
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