Down With Webster

Down With Webster - G.T.F.O lyrics

rate me

hakin that ass, but you claim you ain't a hoe

You can G.T.F.O, you can G.T.F.O

If you don't wanna come and break a neck at the show

You can G.T.F.O, you can G.T.F.O,

If you don't like me drinking and blowing out smoke

You can G.T.F.O you can G.T.F.O

Well all of you can go on and G.T.F.O yah,

All of you can go on and G.T.F.O

Tour bus, clubhouse, ten girls, one couch.

Fallin everywhere like somebody pulled the rug out

Chillin in the hoodie with a bottle in my front pouch,

Time to spark it up if you don't like it get the fuck out.

Wear my shades indoors, no not a car shark,

I can be your whole world just put me in your star chart.

Comin to the fit tell your boy to leave the car parts,

Could pull strings but this ain't no guitar park.

Jumpin like hardcore, getting what I asked for,

Trippin out here girl, I hope you brought your passport

Watch me knock the game out, like it had a glass jaw,

Home of the Raptors, all up in your ass hard.

Beer just bubbling up, like a fast pour

2000 people, never heard of me before

Fist-pumpin like the dudes of Jersey Shore, just livin my dreams no Avitar.

Shakin that ass, but you claim you ain't a hoe

You can G.T.F.O, you can G.T.F.O

If you don't wanna come and break your neck at the show

You can G.T.F.O you can G.T.F.O

If you don't like me drinking, and blowin out smoke

You can G.T.F.O, you can G.T.F.O.

Well all of you can go on, and G.T.F.O, ya all of you can go on and G.T.F.O.

Don't come chirpin in my ear trynna speak things, you should reall go and focuz on the cheap drinks.

I'm just listening to T-Pain, but I'm so damn drunk -I don't know what he's sayin-

Bitches tryna free game, party till police came

Had to run away now I got knee pain, I'm stuck I don't even know the street name.

All black neighbourhood lookin like a bleach stain,

It don't really matter though wus up?

You don't wanna come and join a jam, you suck!

First name Phillip

Last name Cups

Middle name Lots of

Full time Fuck

And these rappers wanna act like you sign my deal

Boyfriends twistin up their face, blue seal

Haters wanna say that the vibe's not real

We're comin to your town yah it is, how ya feel?

Hey! Hey! we're drinkin over here! Hey you! You with the, with that thing on.

Put your hand in the air, other hand up, make a "W"... The fuck is that an "M"... Alright you win, that's awesome. Fuck this shit

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