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Chris Webby - Runaround Web Lyrics

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  • Here's my story, it's sad but true.
  • Yeah right.
  • Yeah! You see I love women.
  • But I can't pick just one,
  • And like
  • I'm sure I'll settle down one day.
  • But I'm young, right?
  • I'm just trying to have a good time.
  • Living in the moment and what not.
  • You could call me a dog,
  • But everybody else calls me Chris Webby.
  • Haha, naw mean?
  • Yeah, yeah.
  • It's seems like every week
  • I get some girlie's number
  • In my phone
  • Bring her home
  • Make her scream
  • Make her yell
  • Make her moan.
  • I'm a dog
  • Always looking for somewhere to put a bone.
  • On my Entourage shit
  • *****es looking like Sloane.
  • I'm an animal,
  • Off the chain,
  • I had to cut loose.
  • And judging on how you're dressed,
  • You're tryin to ***** boo.
  • You'll never hear me uttering about I love you,
  • I just really want to see them panties
  • Dropping to your Ugg boots.
  • It ain't my fault,
  • Your girlfriend sweats me.
  • She'll be getting back to you,
  • Right after she's left me.
  • And I ain't putting rose petals on your beadsheats.
  • Romance ain't my thing,
  • You should've known that when you met me.
  • Am what I am,
  • And I'll be it to my death.
  • Got a thing for brunettes,
  • With tats,
  • And big breasts.
  • So if you at the play
  • Don't worry,
  • You'z on deck.
  • Hate the game,
  • Not the player, Ma.
  • And then she make me say...
  • Whoa oh [repeated]
  • You see my life's good,
  • Where it ought to be.
  • All I gotta do is spit game
  • And slaughter beats.
  • And I know you'll probably tell your whole sorority,
  • Just don't expect my phone to answer
  • When you're calling me.
  • I'm a son of a gun,
  • Check my paternity test.
  • Always chugging on a 40,
  • And burning the best.
  • Unzippering your jeans
  • While you kiss on my neck.
  • Oh you're a good girl?
  • Psh, then it's on to the next.
  • I like a bad chick,
  • Just give her the chance.
  • While I'm trying to figure out
  • How you fit in those pants.
  • 'Cause I'm partial to any exotic bittie
  • Looking like Mila Kunis in Forgetting Sarah Marshall.
  • On the road every night
  • It's unique.
  • So you right across the party
  • And I like what I see.
  • Oh you're daddy's little girl?
  • Well tonight you a freak.
  • She grab my hand
  • And brought me right upstairs
  • And then she make me say...
  • Whoa oh [repeated]
  • (Like we always do)
  • Now everybody now!
  • Whoa oh [repeated]

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