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Chris Webby lyrics : "Do Like Me"

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Let's go!
See it's Webby

The dude who $#&@ed your girl last Summer
And I ain't even asked for her number bummer
And I ain't even smash with a rubber

So if your kid look like me
Don't even ask mother$#&@er
Huh you could be just like Web'

With a bottle in your hand
And a blunt to the head
Adderall (check!) %#@! I got my meds

But I think the doctor gave me something else instead

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]

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 $#&@ing 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 $#&@ downstairs!

[Hook: Chris Webby]

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

Tat your skin up and sag those jeans
You could be just like me



[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
See it's Webby

The dude who.. ah %#@! that was last verse
I'm so high that I'm reading %#@! backwards
Jedi Master life of a bachelor

Your girl's like (?) all up on this cracker
Walk around dizzy with a cup full of whiskey
The next shot of Daq in front of me looking risky

Think about it quick then I drink it more quickly
Cause $#&@ 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 %#@! 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


[Hook: Chris Webby]
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
Tat your skin up and sag those jeans

You could be just like me

[Verse 4: Chris Webby]

We smoking
And we be drinking
And we be $#&@ing

All like its nothing
That's all I know
Party until we black out

And then we pass out
Then wake up like
$#&@ing let's do it again!
So everybody just


[Hook: Chris Webby]
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
Tat your skin up and sag those jeans
You could be just like me

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