Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Best In The Burbs , by - Chris Webby. Release date: 17.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Best In The Burbs |
| I’m rollin' safe and sound |
| Easy as a blaze a pound |
| Put my middle fingers in the air |
| And never take it down |
| Writing raps for me is easy |
| I just play around |
| Hit em with these crazy adverbs and outrageous nouns |
| And still no labels found me and fuckin signed me yet |
| And though I grow impatient |
| I know my time is next |
| I’m a big dog, y’all are tiny pets |
| I’m an autobot, I got it tatted on my chest |
| Optimus Primes my motherfuckin bodyguard |
| So I hit em with these you can never stop me bars |
| I’m at the sake bar |
| Gettin blacked out |
| Till I wake up on the sidewalk passed out |
| The judge is tellin me this is my last chance |
| So I gotta stay grinding like a lap dance |
| Got bitches bendin over like they got a back cramp |
| Insert below the lower back tat, damn |
| I’m why your girlfriend lacks pants, huh |
| Steady, work her out like it’s fat camp |
| Uh, yo, somebody grab a trash can |
| Shit, at least somewhere to ash man |
| I gotta dutch lit, rappin with soul |
| Leave you with a fat lip like you’re packin some skoal |
| Cause I do it for the Franklins |
| I’m a blue whale and the games full of plankton |
| I’m a vet, a top threat |
| Known to rock sets |
| Tear it the fuck down for DJ Booth.net |
| Yes I’m ballin truly so y’all should shoot me |
| You can see me on that online call of duty |
| Smack booty, I’m rude and intrusive, hardly lucid |
| Hittin DJ Booth with that exclusive |
| I need no excuses |
| I spit that crack |
| Play fetch with the disc jockey bring that shit back |
| They said Asher’s the best in the burbs |
| Well at least that’s what they said |
| And that’s for one reason |
| Cause they ain’t heard Web |
| I make a mean song, plus I kick it from the head |
| Always buzzin off the ADD meds, HEMPSTEAD! |
| To CT you know I make the best studda |
| No Will Ferrel but you better step brudda |
| Ha, that’s why your girl’s ass bare |
| I hit it, and didn’t pay for the cab fare |
| Now relax there, don’t get pissed off |
| I’m the survivor on my island, and you been kicked off |
| Think this kid’s soft? |
| R.O.F.L |
| I got the look, got the swag, and a flow that sells |
| My reputation so excels so just stop |
| I do more then watch for sex, drugs, and rock |
| I’m silly and such, fillin a dutch |
| Battlin dudes who simply suck |
| Then go fuck Hillary Duff |
| Tryin to rap it with my dick in the butt |
| And spit fire, so I’m sorry Lizzie McGuire |
| See, I’m rappin past the throttle |
| I’ll crack a bottle |
| So you better get the fuckin picture like a graphic novel |
| I got your little bastard boggled |
| You couldn’t fuck with me even if we spittin at a brothel |
| Cause I be killin em like Hostile |
| Murderous with words |
| That’s why they sayin Webby is the best up in the burbs |