Chris Webby - Politically Incorrect lyrics

[Pre-Chorus] Yaw, let's go Bing, bong, bing-y This fu*king motherfu*king life, stupid Big Gorilla, Nems, uh Chris Webby Webby, Webby Webby Live from the bottom of Brooklyn Cody Allen, all the way up to Connecticut You know the vibes, I'm at a plateau that you can never get, stupid Let's go [Chorus] I don't give a fu*k who the president is I'ma fu*k b*tches (fu*k b*tches) and get money (get money), dummy Give a fu*k who the Governor is (yeah) I'ma fu*k b*tches (ah) and get money (ah), dummy Give a fu*k who the Senator is (yeah) I'ma fu*k b*tches (yup) and gеt money, dummy (every day) fu*k all of your political viеws 'Cause it's still fu*king life, don't get it confused (let's go) [Verse 1: Nems] Give a fu*k about none of that sh*t, bum fu*k your life, put a gun in your lips, bum You old pussy ass son of a b*tch I kidnapped your dog then I punted that sh*t (bing bong) Your mother still listens to Nickelback Acne all down your spine, I call you pickle back (damn) That's disgusting, what type of sh*t is that? Baby, you can su*k my dick and then lick the sack (scrumptious) All that twerking gave you a twat rash (damn) You smoke brown dirt weed, that is not hash (ew) I might have fathered your style, but I'm not dad (nope) fu*ked five b*tches in seven days, that's not bad (dude) I guess that makes me a motherfu*king thot And you asking mad questions like a motherfu*king cop You gon' fu*k around and get motherfu*king shot What's in my motherfu*king pockets? A motherfu*king nine, 'cause [Chorus] I don't give a fu*k who the president is I'ma fu*k b*tches (fu*k b*tches) and get money (get money), dummy Give a fu*k who the Governor is (yeah) I'ma fu*k b*tches (ah) and get money (ah), dummy Give a fu*k who the Senator is (yeah) I'ma fu*k b*tches (yup) and get money, dummy (every day) fu*k all of your political views 'Cause it's still fu*king life, don't get it confused [Verse 2: Chris Webby] Give a fu*k about none of that sh*t, bom Still I got your wifey su*king my dick, bom Pull it out and then I bust on her tits Send her home and you welcoming a s*ut with a kiss (disgusting) Me and Nems on the run, it just doesn't end (nah) The money up, we can double spend (yeah) I got a bigger set of balls than Nicki Minaj cousin's friend Just a side effect of my allergy to the government Push a vax on me, you getting throttled Little b*tch, you won't even see me swabbing my nostrils Rather stick to pharmaceuticals and shots on a bottle Psychedelics and cocaina drip lodged in my tonsil (raw) Viagra powder on the counter and I snorted it We're more than just a little bit of [?] With the fu*king mother and bust it up in [?] Then I forced the b*tch over to the local abortion clinic Gun in hand like a Genovese bu*ton man Motherfu*king Son of Sam, ducking undercover vans Hundred grand a month and change on rap And I'll stay rich even when they raise my tax Still paid as the growths in their neck grew Bars still make heads flip like playing "Guess Who?" Just a real one out of only a select few fu*k your life, fu*k your death too, Nems tell 'em [Chorus] I don't give a fu*k who the president is I'ma fu*k b*tches (fu*k b*tches) and get money (get money), dummy Give a fu*k who the Governor is (yeah) I'ma fu*k b*tches (ah) and get money (ah), dummy Give a fu*k who the Senator is (yeah) I'ma fu*k b*tches (yup) and get money, dummy (every day) fu*k all of your political views 'Cause it's still fu*king life, don't get it confused (stupid)