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Down With Webster

G.T.F.O.

 

G.T.F.O.


Shakin that ass but you claim you ain't a hoe
You can GTFO, you can GTFO
You don't wanna come and break your neck at a show
You can GTFO, you can GTFO
You don't like me drinking, and blowing out smoke
You can GTFO, you can GTFO
Well all of you can go GTFO, yeah all of you can go GTFO

Tour bus, club house, ten girls, one couch
Falling everywhere like somebody pulled the rug out
Chilling in the hoodie with a bottle in my front pouch
Time to spark it up, 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 a star chart
Coming to the fit tell your boy to leave the car parts
Could pull strings but this ain't no guitar park
Jumping like hardcore, getting what I asked for
Trippin out here girl, I hope that you brough 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 living my dreams no Avitar.

Shakin that ass but you claim you ain't a hoe
You can GTFO, you can GTFO
You don't wanna come and break your neck at a show
You can GTFO, you can GTFO
You don't like me drinking, and blowing out smoke
You can GTFO, you can GTFO
Well all of you can go GTFO, yeah all of you can go GTFO

Don't come chirping in my ear, trying to speak things
You should really go focus of the cheap drinks
I'm just listening to T-pain, but I'm so damn drunk
I dont know what he's saying
Bitches trying free game, party till police came
Had to runaway now I got knee pain
I'm stuck I don't even know the street name
All black neighbourhood, looking like a bleach stain
It don't really matter though what's up
You don't wanna come and join the jam, you suck
First name Phillip, last name Cups, middle name Lots of
Full time fuck
Any of these rappers wanna act like you signed my deal
Boyfriends twistin up their face, blue seal
Haters wanna say that the vibe's not real
We're coming to your town yeah 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, make a "W"...
The fuck is that an "M"... Haha
Alright you win, that's awesome
Fuck this shit

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?