Chewbacca lyrics

by

Taco Hemingway



[Intro]
Fighting and making this repeated again and again
Until most of the females are pregnant and the males are exhausted

[Verse 1]
Taco
Mind hairy, money tall as f*ck. 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*ck 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 harassing your b*tches in fact
H.E.M.I.N.G.W. A.Y, is that f*cking dude bugging you, huh?
Mr. Hemingway coming through, ugh. Earning my bucks, who the f*ck 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*cking 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*ck 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 (Tu, tu, tu, tu, tu, tu, tu)
I'm Chewbaca. Crossbow at the copper
What am I doing? I just drank a lot
I'm screaming: (Ooh)
Goddamn. You motherf*cker, you
Goddamn. You motherf*cker, you
Goddamn. You motherf*cker, you
[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*t
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*ckers are cute
Feeling like Biggie so gimme the loot
f*ck all your parties and popping the mollies
My mommy just brought up some broccoli soup
All you blind f*cks 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*ck it, I'm not replying
You know why? 'I'm a diva. f*ck rap, playing FIFA
I do a show f*ck off to Tenerifa
All you f*ckers eat your hearts out like Khaleesi's beef
I plant the seed in the game like I harvest Amber Khalifa
[Chorus]
Nah, I'm Chewbacca. Crossbow, top shotta
I'm Chewbacca on these bombaclots (Tu, tu, tu, tu, tu, tu, tu)
I'm Chewbaca. Crossbow at the copper
What am I doing? I just drank a lot
I'm screaming: (Ooh)
Goddamn. You motherf*cker, you!
Goddamn. You motherf*cker, you!
Goddamn. You motherf*cker, you!

[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*cking cool ass 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
[Outro]
You motherf*cker, you!
You motherf*cker, you!
You motherf*cker, you!
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