Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song World Wide Web , by - Chris Webby. Release date: 11.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
World Wide Web |
| You’ve got mail |
| Woo, check the WiFi |
| Call your internet provider, grab a lighter |
| Smoke a fire in this bitch until we quite high |
| Got the K-9 unit barking at me every single motherfucking time that I’ma ride by |
| Yeah, hit the pedal yelling «Bye bye!» |
| But if y’all really want beef, I’ma get on Uber Eats |
| Turn this bitch into a Five Guys, |
| tell 'em I’ll chow down |
| A tyrannosaurus rex every time I take a step |
| It be followed by a loud sound |
| Make a motherfucker bow down |
| When they see my silhouette through tinted windows at Around Town |
| I’m a goddamn genius |
| The word’s over their head like a meme and shit |
| I’ll use a motherfucker’s name, never sneak a diss |
| I’m never scared, bone crusher, I don’t plead the fifth |
| Too many checks to count |
| When I factor in the next amount? |
| Shit I’ma need to get a tenth account |
| I’m all over the web, call me Wreck-it-Ralph |
| So if they try’na pop up I’ma X them out |
| But I ain’t left the house in days |
| And I’m still all in your face |
| On a website, because Web’s sight is 20/20 get on Web’s page |
| Bitch, I’m here to stay |
| Better tell them that I’m here now |
| I’m the antidote |
| One of the rawest on the whole damn Atlantic coast |
| And somebody beating me up in this motherfucking ring |
| That’s like Donald Trump winning the Hispanic vote |
| I’ll bum rush the game |
| Saying «Motherfucker, what’s my name?» |
| Yeah, cloth isn’t cut the same |
| I’ll be spitting 'til I bust a vein |
| Now tell me what’s my name? |
| What’s my name? |
| What? |
| It’s W, W, W, dot |
| It’s worldwide web and I’m gunning for the top |
| It’s W, W, W, dot |
| Yeah, it’s worldwide web, motherfucker, and I’m coming for your spot |
| Yelling «Fuck your feelings» |
| Yeah, my aim on point I don’t care what the fuck y’all feeling |
| Yeah it’s worldwide web |
| Woo, hit the log in |
| You got motherfucking mail, leave a trail of the breadcrumbs everywhere I’m |
| walking |
| Hansel and Gretel with a touch of heavy metal and some late 90s rap in my |
| Walkman |
| Tell 'em I will never soften |
| I ran through your place, put hands on your face like I |
| Listen, I go hard for weeks with dope bars, repeat |
| Any hater in my way, Control, Alt, Delete |
| Call me Worldwide Web, a Christian Bourdain |
| All I do is board planes |
| I wrote off the seats as a business expense |
| Sick when I flip my sentence |
| I rip shit, spit tremendous |
| And cock back and swing with the fists of vengeance |
| Relentless, everybody in attendance gon' see |
| You don’t wan' be fucking with me |
| Rule so fucking deep, you’d think we under the seats |
| Yeah with the punches that’ll buckle your knees |
| You would think you watching the WWE |
| Come and you’ll see |
| Listen, I be coming correct |
| Throw your chips down, man fuck it, I’ma double your bet |
| Shit I’ll run in just to pull in on a rug and I’ll jet |
| I live a wild life, WWF |
| Yeah it’s WW dot com |
| Worldwide Web in your CD Rom |
| I been all up on the internet dropping bombs |
| Ever since I was Myspace friends with Tom |
| I’m about to bum rush the same |
| Tell me motherfucker, what’s my name |
| Yeah our cloth isn’t cut the same |
| I’ll be spitting 'til I bust a vein |
| Now tell me what’s my name? |
| What’s my name? |
| What? |
| It’s W, W, W, dot |
| It’s worldwide web and I’m gunning for the top |
| It’s W, W, W, dot |
| Yeah, it’s worldwide web, motherfucker, and I’m coming for your spot |
| Yelling «Fuck your feelings» |
| Yeah, my aim on point I don’t care what the fuck y’all feeling |
| Yeah it’s worldwide web |