Taco Hemingway - Chewbacca lyrics

Verse 1: Mind hairy, money tall as f**. Call me Chewbacca I don't want to listen any Chuck, give me some Waka "JFK" kind of flopped, I blame it on Jimmy Hoffa It's a race, I'm a big fat rat like Mickey's poppa f** the race, I've been in the back. Sharpen the teeth. I'm skinning you cats Running the game, going up in the chain and I will hara**ing your b**hes in fact H.E.M.I.N.G.W. A.Y, is that f**ing dude bugging you, huh? Mr. Hemingway coming through, ugh. Earning my bucks, who the f** are you Rolling me in Bohan, going bowling with Roman Bellic it's getting hectic but, check it, I come from Poland I'm blowing up in London, there's only one thing that I'm hoping I wanna get a f**ing feature from Sweden, shout-outs to Young Lean Shout-outs to Pauline, uhm, I was just wondering If you wanna get married, "goddamn it, Filip, you're drunk again" Wake up next day, head broke again. Trying to roll a cigarette, man, f** the wind No cash, cause I spent most of it. Was it even worth it, man, it must've been Chorus: I'm Chewbacca. Crossbow, top shotta I'm Chewbacca on these bombaclots I'm Chewbaca. Crossbow at the copper What am I doing? I just drank a lot I'm screaming: Goddamn. You motherf**er, you X3 Verse 2: I'm Chewie, see, put the Louie in Louis V And I'm saying shout-outs to C.K, he's saying like "who is he"? When I was seventeen on a rooftop in BK, I truly dreamed Of becoming a freaking MC, I'm rapping now, holy sh** These rappers annoying Me and the mic, like Chandler and Joey Look at my balls, they're dangling, boy I'm marrying Perry and strangling Zoey You f**ers are cute Feeling like Biggie so gimme the loot f** all your parties and popping the mollies My mommy just brought up some broccoli soup All you blind f**s is Mrs Patmore Peep this, how 'bout you tweet less and rap more Jeez. If I was rich like Croesus and Macklemore I think that I would buy me a dream at Yeezy's rap store Maybe like a bottle of wine Or two, three, four, you know I think a dozen is fine A pack of cigarettes, you know I haven't smoked for some time I got a message from a fan, f** it, I'm not replying You know why? 'I'm a diva. f** rap, playing FIFA I do a show f** off to Tenerifa All you f**ers eat your hearts out like Khaleesi's beef I plant the seed in the game like I harvest Amber Khalifa Chorus: I'm Chewbacca. Crossbow, top shotta I'm Chewbacca on these bombaclots I'm Chewbaca. Crossbow at the copper What am I doing? I just drank a lot I'm screaming: "Goddamn. You motherf**er, you!" X3 Verse 3: Drink something and I'm a Wookie Only though my only mixtape flopped, I'm not a rookie I can almost hear hateful your thoughts like I was Sookie Do a Vik, bet the dead guy will win, go call your bookie Earl flow, and the lips kinda fat, I'm not as ugly Face always IDGAF, like I was Droopy Stole the thunder, got banned, got back I got a new key 'Finna start a f**ing cool a** cult, like Captain Murphy Taco Hems, go and run tell your friends, I'm out-this-worldly Cancerous, like the Lump is my Kin, shout out to Lurleen Are you late for the Sweatshirt wagon? Well, I'm kind of Early But I bet it's gonna be full soon, you better hurry Young Hems, known for lung flex Rhymes bursting out compulsive like writing a dumb text I will break your self-esteem after breaking your chums' necks Show up at your show drunk and befriending your mum's ex, Taco