Chris Webby – Who Am I lyrics

Chris Webby – Who Am I lyrics

Who am I? I’m the man
They ain’t fuckin’ with my vibe
Who am I? In demand
I’m the one with the supply
Who am I? Stick em up
Put your hands up in the sky
Put ’em high, put your hands up in the sky
Tell ’em why

Who am I? I’m the man
They ain’t fuckin’ with my vibe
Who am I? In demand
I’m the one with the supply
Who am I? Stick em up
Put your hands up in the sky
Put ’em high, put your hands up in the sky
Tell ’em why

Just went and got me a Range (skrr)
I bought the homies a chain (yuh)
Just took a weekend in Maine (yuh)
I got no need complain (ooh)
Yeah, I’m so far on a wave that when I wave
They can’t see me ’cause I’m too far away
Need binoculars, like you watchin’ birds
Got exotic birds where I lay
One of em Venezuelan (yuh)
With a couple bisexual Asians (yuh)
Who always be kissin’ each other
While both of ’em givin’ me head in my basement
Got ’em all stuck in the web
Bitch, I’m the butter and bread
Monster from under the bed (boo)
Fuck what they said
Foot on the gas and I’m running the reds
So I’m here to tell ’em why
I’m an enterprise, fully energized (yah, yah)
Who am I? I’m that guy
I’m the burger with the fries (yah, yah)
I’m the product and supplier
I’m the label and the writer
They gone hang my jersey up when I retire, yeah

Who am I? I’m the man
They ain’t fuckin’ with my vibe
Who am I? In demand
I’m the one with the supply
Who am I? Stick em up
Put your hands up in the sky
Put ’em high, put your hands up in the sky
Tell ’em why

Who am I? I’m the man
They ain’t fuckin’ with my vibe
Who am I? In demand
I’m the one with the supply
Who am I? Stick em up
Put your hands up in the sky
Put ’em high, put your hands up in the sky
Tell ’em why

Who am I? I’m the man
With the plan like LeBlanc
Who am I? I’m the man
Got that loud up in my trunk
Who am I? I’m the man
Your bitch hit me when she drunk
Who am I? I’m the man
Smell me comin’ like a skunk
Number one on the news and I got no ‘Gram
I’m the best off the island since the Wu Tang Clan (ooh)
Always changin’ my number, never knowin’ where I am
Like the alt roll genre, got a couple thousand bands, yeah
Lemme back it up real quick
Y’all didn’t know I could spit (spit)
Speaking fire, like a Peaky Blinder
Got Netflix money, I’m rich (I’m rich)
I’m on my shit, stackin’ a bigger amount
Countin’ my dough as I sit in my house
While Perez Hilton and the gossip columns
Talkin’ shit with my dick in they mouth

Who am I? I’m the man
They ain’t fuckin’ with my vibe
Who am I? In demand
I’m the one with the supply
Who am I? Stick em up
Put your hands up in the sky
Put ’em high, put your hands up in the sky
Tell ’em why

Who am I? I’m the man
They ain’t fuckin’ with my vibe
Who am I? In demand
I’m the one with the supply
Who am I? Stick em up
Put your hands up in the sky
Put ’em high, put your hands up in the sky
Tell ’em why

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