| Yeah
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| Webby
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| Yeah, I’m dropping in like a half pipe (yeah)
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| And I got my raps tight, better act right (yeah)
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| Any situation that’s involving that mic
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| I’m showing up like cum in a black light
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| Pause, killing it, committed for murder
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| I spit it hot, hear that sizzle like you flipping a burger
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| Even as a fucking baby while I’m dribbling Gerber
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| I have your bitch in a whip like the catalytic converter (skrrt)
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| And I’m ripping it properly, tell you bitches I’m honestly
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| The sickest, I gotta be someone you list in mythology
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| With the gods of the game while I been fulfilling my prophecy
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| Feel the velocity hitting your body, your chance of living
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| Is probably very small, I’m a frigging anomaly
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| independent, individual oddity
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| Took shots, now they studying my cinematography
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| Rap prodigy, bitch I’m a commodity, or so they say
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| Who’s that man with the master plan? |
| Webby
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| Enough fans that’ll pack the stands
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| I get my money in the cash advance until it snaps the bands
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| So let me go and tell they ass again, I said
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| Who’s that man with the master plan? |
| Webby
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| Who very few are better rappers than
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| I’m on point like a javelin, I never the
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| So let me snap again, now turn me up
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| Yeah, y’all just better quick with the nonsense
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| Fucking with me is something like kicking a wasp nest
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| I’m something to see like Big Foot or the Loch Ness
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| Kill all my competitors, so baby who want next? |
| (Yeah)
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| Bitch I’m 'bout to blow, you can call this a bomb threat
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| Gentrification the way you’re moving these projects
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| Album after album, I been getting these large checks
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| And put that dough to work, come and see what my stocks net
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| If you ain’t in on the Webby train, you shoulda came
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| We on top, rolling up these pharmaceutical strains (yeah)
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| I’m so white that you can see the fucking blue in my veins
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| But what I do with this microphone is a beautiful thing
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| Getting green like the triangle button on PlayStation
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| I’m a beast, I ain’t lying or bluffing, if they hating
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| Let 'em speak, while I fire up the oven, evacuation
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| Is the only way you could save 'em, I end the conversation, like
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| Who’s that man with the master plan? |
| Webby
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| Enough fans that’ll pack the stands
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| I get my money in the cash advance until it snaps the bands
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| So let me go and tell they ass again, I said
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| Who’s that man with the master plan? |
| Webby
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| Who very few are better rappers than
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| I’m on point like a javelin, I never pass
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| So let me snap again, now turn me up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Master Plan , by - Chris Webby. Song from the album 28 Wednesdays Later, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп