Mind hairy, money tall as fuck. 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 Fuck 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 bitches in fact H.E.M.I.N.G.W. A.Y, is that fucking dude bugging you, huh? Mr. Hemingway coming through, ugh. Earning my bucks, who the fuck 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 fucking 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, fuck the wind No cash, cause I spent most of it. Was it even worth it, man, it must've been
Ref. 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 motherfucker, you X3
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 shit 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 fuckers are cute Feeling like Biggie so gimme the loot Fuck all your parties and popping the mollies My mommy just brought up some broccoli soup All you blind fucks 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, fuck it, I'm not replying You know why? 'I'm a diva. Fuck rap, playing FIFA I do a show fuck off to Tenerifa All you fuckers eat your hearts out like Khaleesi's beef I plant the seed in the game like I harvest Amber Khalifa
Ref. 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 motherfucker, you!" X3
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 fucking 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, TacoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
