Wcbc

Wcbc Lyrics Meanings
by MC Zuko
ft. MrBackwoodyHarrison

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Wcbc Lyrics

I been flippin’ and floppin’ like fish outta water
Drinkin’ and sippin’ the shots walkin’ into the darkness, ignorant nonsense
All of my rhymes are magic bibbidy boppin’
A lot of my time was practiced, hippity hoppin’
Along with my style, it’s wet drippity droppin’
Alarm you my lines go BRETTT, click it and cock it, back!
Lyrics will pop ya splat!
BackwoodyHarrison the bat got my back
Rappin' addict, leavin' rappers flabbergasted
Cash rules like I’m ODB
Body rappers leavin' rappers in a casket got his moms sayin' RIP
OMG, I’m the S-H-I️-T
Feelin' like I’m B-I-G of R-A-P
I️ got niggas M-A-D, I’m so H-O-T, fuck around and sign to H-O-V
Compound ain’t you signed up with Taydoe’s team?
Chase yo dreams homie, ain’t no need to be loungin’ around a nuclear power plant
Radioactive toxic make yo power plant
Escaped the curse and made it work I came to terms that failure’s a prerequisite
I’m a gainer of all tries
Mirror my excellence to the greatest of all time
I’m the G-O-A-T
Fuck a whole nigga shit if he hate on me
"Perplexing Pegasus" slappin' while I’m flexin' in the passenger
One eye bandit turned the scene into a massacre
Stopped pourin' 4's everyday to build stamina
Kendrick when I’m preachin' but I'm Youngsta on the camera
Lyrically composed to be the greatest on my granny cuhs
Racin' to the top & you the nigga that I’m passin' up
Passed every class I'm a CSUN grad you can call me a pro-tester
Asian American Studies major ain't nothin' funny I'm also a protester
Listen up
Comin' live from the West Side!
West coast, best coast, ten toes, like we on ice
Hella nice pair of knights like a chess game
Think you the king?
Check again, it's checkmate
Mmm. Ok
Pardon me, she give top till her knees achin'
Mach GoGoGo, nigga I’m Speed Racer
You Stevie Wonder you niggas ain’t never seen paper
Like Damon Waynes, I bring the pain, my team major
Rackays makin' my back ache feeling like Offset
Often I buy what I want fuck what the cost is
I’m Stone Cold nigga you can get Steve Austin’d
I make her walk from Slauson to Boston
Ooh, flossin
Flossin’ down to the motherfuckin' Bronx to Yonkers then I bring 'em West up to Compton
Stop it, you prolly never been there, just drop it
I was off 139th street by the park bitch
Gonzalez Water Park 13 I was creepin'
Met Trish by the cones I got sucked in the deep end
Sleepin’, you prolly never ever got your meat licked
You lost in the sequence
You lookin’ a little bit too comfortable
How you sittin’ up so straight with no stomach room?
Who you talkin to?
Nigga not me
Bruce Lee face with a haircut like Rock Lee
You the type of a nigga throw sugar in yo Hi-C
Let me stop talkin' you might hit me with that Tai Chi
Taichi? I don’t even know that shit
Smoke strong? You don’t even blow that shit
You shoppin’ at the mall but when you see the price tag
Lights flash, you know you won’t blow that shit
Empty pockets, empty wallets, you can’t get deodorant for your smelly armpits!
I find it fishy how you rap about cash but it took you 4 months to post your EP for $40?
And it STILL ain't up!
She been grindin' on you and it still ain't up!
First off, you asshole my cash flow, ridiculous
I get it out the streets but you never had to get the shit
Have you ever ran in niggas houses to buy fam some shoes?
You got a silver spoon and look like Crash Bandicoot
EP coming I'ma say that till it’s droppin'
You want that shit to drop bitch than drop on the cost then
How you think I gained this weight?
By Rick Ross'n
Yo body don’t fit yo face you jigsaw’n

I been flippin’ and floppin’ like fish outta water
Drinkin’ and sippin’ the shots walkin’ into the darkness, ignorant nonsense
All of my rhymes are magic bibbidy boppin’
A lot of my time was practiced, hippity hoppin’
Along with my style, it’s wet drippity droppin’
Alarm you my lines go BRETTT, click it and cock it, back!
Lyrics will pop ya splat!
BackwoodyHarrison the bat got my back
Rappin' addict, leavin' rappers flabbergasted
Cash rules like I’m ODB
Body rappers leavin' rappers in a casket got his moms sayin' RIP
OMG, I’m the S-H-I️-T
Feelin' like I’m B-I-G of R-A-P
I️ got niggas M-A-D, I’m so H-O-T, fuck around and sign to H-O-V
Compound ain’t you signed up with Taydoe’s team?
Chase yo dreams homie, ain’t no need to be loungin’ around a nuclear power plant
Radioactive toxic make yo power plant
Escaped the curse and made it work I came to terms that failure’s a prerequisite
I’m a gainer of all tries
Mirror my excellence to the greatest of all time
I’m the G-O-A-T
Fuck a whole nigga shit if he hate on me
"Perplexing Pegasus" slappin' while I’m flexin' in the passenger
One eye bandit turned the scene into a massacre
Stopped pourin' 4's everyday to build stamina
Kendrick when I’m preachin' but I'm Youngsta on the camera
Lyrically composed to be the greatest on my granny cuhs
Racin' to the top & you the nigga that I’m passin' up
Passed every class I'm a CSUN grad you can call me a pro-tester
Asian American Studies major ain't nothin' funny I'm also a protester
Listen up
Comin' live from the West Side!
West coast, best coast, ten toes, like we on ice
Hella nice pair of knights like a chess game
Think you the king?
Check again, it's checkmate
Mmm. Ok
Pardon me, she give top till her knees achin'
Mach GoGoGo, nigga I’m Speed Racer
You Stevie Wonder you niggas ain’t never seen paper
Like Damon Waynes, I bring the pain, my team major
Rackays makin' my back ache feeling like Offset
Often I buy what I want fuck what the cost is
I’m Stone Cold nigga you can get Steve Austin’d
I make her walk from Slauson to Boston
Ooh, flossin
Flossin’ down to the motherfuckin' Bronx to Yonkers then I bring 'em West up to Compton
Stop it, you prolly never been there, just drop it
I was off 139th street by the park bitch
Gonzalez Water Park 13 I was creepin'
Met Trish by the cones I got sucked in the deep end
Sleepin’, you prolly never ever got your meat licked
You lost in the sequence
You lookin’ a little bit too comfortable
How you sittin’ up so straight with no stomach room?
Who you talkin to?
Nigga not me
Bruce Lee face with a haircut like Rock Lee
You the type of a nigga throw sugar in yo Hi-C
Let me stop talkin' you might hit me with that Tai Chi
Taichi? I don’t even know that shit
Smoke strong? You don’t even blow that shit
You shoppin’ at the mall but when you see the price tag
Lights flash, you know you won’t blow that shit
Empty pockets, empty wallets, you can’t get deodorant for your smelly armpits!
I find it fishy how you rap about cash but it took you 4 months to post your EP for $40?
And it STILL ain't up!
She been grindin' on you and it still ain't up!
First off, you asshole my cash flow, ridiculous
I get it out the streets but you never had to get the shit
Have you ever ran in niggas houses to buy fam some shoes?
You got a silver spoon and look like Crash Bandicoot
EP coming I'ma say that till it’s droppin'
You want that shit to drop bitch than drop on the cost then
How you think I gained this weight?
By Rick Ross'n
Yo body don’t fit yo face you jigsaw’n

Writer(s): Carl Viray, Ryan Morris
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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