Chris Webby - Do Like Me Lyrics
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]Let's go!See it's WebbyThe dude who *****ed your girl last SummerAnd I ain't even asked for her number, bummerAnd I ain't even smash with a rubberSo if your kid look like meDon't even ask mother*****erHuh, you could be just like Web'With a bottle in your handAnd a blunt to the headAdderall (check!), shit I got my medsBut I think the doctor gave me something else instead[Verse 2: Chris Webby]See I'm back againWhat's happenin'Real life Billy MadisonAnd you know that I be rollin'Life of a rockstarUntil I see those *****ing lights on the cop carWhen I hit it (Woop Woop!) we outTime to dip, bring a chick to my parent's houseHit it on the tempurpedic from the back, right there'Till I hear (Chris) Mom stay the ***** downstairs![Hook: Chris Webby]So put your hands up, and do like meFill your cups up, and roll that weedSloppy drunk in that VIPEver since I had a fake IDSo put your hands up, and do like meWash those pills down, and feel that beatTat your skin up, and sag those jeansYou could be just like me[Verse 3: Chris Webby]See it's WebbyThe dude who.. ah shit, that was last verseI'm so high that I'm reading shit backwardsJedi Master, life of a bachelorYour girl's like (?) all up on this crackerWalk around dizzy, with a cup full of whiskeyThe next shot of Daq in front of me looking riskyThink about it quick, then I drink it more quicklyCause *****, everybody in the club getting tipsy!From the booth to the track, I am hereAt your frat with a beer, unlatching brassieres (uh)And I'm feeling like I'll never go to sleepWith all this shit that's in my systemI'll be up for a weekSo it's time to party like I do (I do)Because it's all I know, I don't even try to (try to)'Till I'm forty-five thinkin how the time flew (time flew)With a cup of vodka and some ice cubesTelling them to[Hook: Chris Webby]So put your hands up, and do like meFill your cups up, and roll that weedSloppy drunk in that VIPEver since I had a fake IDSo put your hands up, and do like meWash those pills down, and feel that beatTat your skin up, and sag those jeansYou could be just like me[Verse 4: Chris Webby]We smokingAnd we be drinkingAnd we be *****ingAll like its nothingThat's all I knowParty, until we black outAnd then we pass outThen wake up like*****ing let's do it again!So everybody just[Hook: Chris Webby]So put your hands up, and do like meFill your cups up, and roll that weedSloppy drunk in that VIPEver since I had a fake IDSo put your hands up, and do like meWash those pills down, and feel that beatTat your skin up, and sag those jeansYou could be just like me
