Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friend Like Me, artist - Chris Webby. Album song Wednesday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EightyHD
Song language: English
Friend Like Me |
Yeah, Webby |
Never had a friend like me |
Yeah |
It’s that big bad wolf |
'Bout to blow your fuckin' house down |
With a quarter pound in my trunk on the south-bound |
You can smell me comin' as I’m whippin' it around town |
Weed so loud that I’m smokin' in surround sound |
Had 'em hooked since I shook Dat Piff |
No one handin' me the keys so I took that shit |
With Latarian Milton doin' some hood rat shit |
On my hustlin' flow I’m a whoop that trick |
Got Henny in me and rollin' with plenty bitties |
And home town pussy I call it Connetic-Kitty |
As animated as Ren &Stimpy, so clever and witty |
You’ll need a certain level of intelligence to get me |
Gimmie gimmie, everything that you got |
Everything in your wallet and that ring with the watch |
There really ain’t no coming at the king for the spot |
That’s like stepping in the ring with The Rock |
It is what it is and that’s how it’s gon' be |
Oil in my pan burn it down low key |
Y’all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed |
You ain’t never had a friend like me |
(You ain’t never had a friend like me) |
In it to the end like me |
No matter what the end might be |
Y’all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed |
You ain’t never had a friend like me |
(You ain’t never had a friend like me) |
Got a sworn bloodline, I was born a leader |
People bumping my music from here to North Korea |
To Argentina, fans be lining up outside my concert |
Like the ticket to my show what’s a court subpoena |
Yeah I get it up on it like EMT paramedics |
No anesthetics, phonetic energetic with alphabetics |
I’m spreadin' the fucking vibe like a pathogen epidemic |
While I’m sippin' my unleaded and puffin the devil’s lettuce |
I’m a menice in my whip indicia vapin' |
Sippin' whiskey like some sort of liquid dinner replacement |
Feel my inner Simba awaken |
The prince in the makin' |
My ideals of vacation is to sit in my basement and write raps |
So I’m 'bout to tell a night gap |
I run my lane take a step or five back |
If you forget the rest then just memorize that |
'Cause at any second Webby might snap |
It is what it is and that’s how it’s gon' be |
Oil in my pan burn it down low key |
Y’all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed |
You ain’t never had a friend like me |
(You ain’t never had a friend like me) |
In it to the end like me |
No matter what the end might be |
Y’all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed |
You ain’t never had a friend like me |
(You ain’t never had a friend like me) |
It’s like: I was made up in a lab or something |
The way I hit 'em with these raps in the tracks you bumpin' |
They say I sound like I’m Eminem’s rabid cousin |
Who’s still on drugs, fuck it I’m on acid buggin' |
I’m pass 'n puffin' the loud packed passed my limit |
I snap and kill it, my syllables I’m mad explicit |
Take my enemies and kill 'em on a massive skillet |
And as for critics I covered them in gas and lit it |
I’m back you bitches (I'm back) |
And the crown on my head stay |
Get on your knees, bow down to your Sensei |
(Bow down to your Sensei) |
It’s like I’m fuckin' Christina Ricci the way I put it down on a Wednesday |
Yeah, Addam’s family shit |
Always on my hustle 'cause nobody handin' me shit |
All I’ve got is intuiting and a plan to get rich |
And when I do the fuckin' planet will flip |
Yeah |
It is what it is and that’s how it’s gon' be |
Oil in my pan burn it down low key |
Y’all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed |
You ain’t never had a friend like me |
(You ain’t never had a friend like me) |
In it to the end like me |
No matter what the end might be |
Y’all know me, I hit hard like Apollo Creed |
You ain’t never had a friend like me |
(You ain’t never had a friend like me) |