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lirik lagu certified – chris webby


i don’t have a master’s or bachelor’s, just a certificate sayin’ “certified rapper”, fresh, fly, and dapper
cracker with cheese, and connecticut st**z, b*tch i’m cooler than a summertime breeze, hoe please
in my jeans two cahones you better respect, you couldn’t get me with a net i’m the deadliest catch
the record labels ever seen, lettin’ off steam, sippin’ lean, american jumpin’ bean
i’m a fiend for the opposite s*x, when i put your feet up by your neck, baby make us both sweat
yes, i’m a d*mn dog like a labrador, everyday i’m baggin’ wh*r*s, f*ck you think i’m rappin’ for?
and so what i be comin’ out of connecticut? i’m sick of rappers gettin’ big with no prerequisites
i be certified check the rap sheet, while other kids were math geeks and athletes, i was a rap freak
’cause you know that i’m about to get it poppin’ no start b*tton for you, there’s no option
sippin’ a concoction, i’m no boy from boston, the tristates ridin’ with me, and stay rockin’
never spit a flow that you won’t feel, givin’ you the news, f*ckin’ april o’neill
got a casey jones flow, baby you can never doubt me, ten foot d*ck, b*lls bigger than lebowski

b*tch i’m certified whatchu think about that? cause’ half these cats nowadays can’t even rap
baby i be certified, this is just a fact, freestyle, written, whatever it’s all crack.
baby i be certified, goin’ to the top, cause’ i can actually spit this ain’t no pop
baby i be certified, make the crowd rock and do it all out of my love for this hip hop
baby i be certified

be certified, yes i be certified so if you comin’ with the beef, then i’ll be servin’ fries
murder guys with the style i run, from here to kingdom come and then some son (what?)
professor plum with the candle stick, killin’ beats yo i’m on my charles manson sh*t
hardcore, yo they softer than the hanson clique, get buns everyday another random chick
got my own lingo, never understanding others, roll deep with a m*th*f*ckin’ band of brothers
so flawless you’ll be thinkin’ “uh, can he stutter? “, nah not this slick-tongued panty-stuffer
you’d think einstein lived in my house, get brains all day cause that’s what wisdom’s about
summer sanders sucked my d*ck until i figured it out, and then i sent her back to nick with my kids in her mouth
’cause you know i get it done d-d-done-d-done over any beat, just give me any one w-w-one-w-one
with styles vicious got you wanna f*ckin’ run-r-run, cause there’s a lot of money, all i want is suh-s-suh-s-suh-s-suh-s-some
and i’m back-b-back givin’ hip hop somethin’ that it lack-l-lacks, a little creativity up on the tra-tr-track
webby’s certified no debatin’ that-th-that-th-that-th-that


baby i be certified, certified, certified

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