Guilty Simpson - Chewbacca lyrics

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Guilty Simpson - Chewbacca lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price] Chewbacca Duece-duece Papa now rocking your shoes proper True shotta, n***a you noose nada My three versus your four, who crew's hotter, Random Everbody on my team is winners Everybody on your team beginners Why you do that, rapper f**ing new-jack rappers Flinch when I walk by cause I do smack rappers Sean the Barbarian Deadly dose of the dope sh**, black tar h**n The best out, bar-for-bar Pa His god given talent scream Al hum du'Allah You got no sk**s, you got no talent You're sh** no frills and your b**h toss salad n***as rap albums sound like love letters Pen in my hand like, damn fam, I can do much better [Refrain] [Verse 2: Guilty Simpson] I write cla**ics, you can't hack it You know what it is In the room with the floor covered in plastic Pa**ive, never got a street-cat pay so I'm active Stay back I keep that blade Hi, hater I'll carve a smile right next to your frown like laugh now, cry later Potato on the barrel French-fry ten guys For major violations, call it annihilation Your tough talk, I don't get it You wouldn't fight a ticket So why recite a lyric Especially when lyrics get a rifle at your fitted I'm sure to buck so tell Pac what up though My foes better be real You wanna be tough, alright you'll forever be still Still I get nicer, yet I'll ice you And rhyme with the force of a Jedi cyhper [Refrain] [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] Marcberg, baby fire it off Split your cabbage b**h a** rappers spit garbage Live lavish, Mac-10's under big jackets Hit me a pa**, flip that mattress Remember the patterns Five stay dipping in traffic Parle stiff in the cabin With axes, dismember a f*ggot Limbs is scattered and littered with maggots Splashed with gas, we lit up matches That's for acting real tepid and pa**ive Ya'll asking to give out pa**es I pull up, get out Astons But never without ratchets Busters feel our wrath and Butlers will fill our gla**es Brothers ain't up in our bracket Slugs from the gattling, spin out rapping Flip the casket, lyrics is crafted Hit them with the plastic and then I'll pa** it