Runaround Web Chris Webby

[Intro]
Here's my story, it's sad but true
Yeah right, You see I love women, but I can't pick just one
And like, I'm sure I'll settle down one day
But I'm young, right? I'm just tryn to have a good time
Living in the moment and whatnot, you can call me a dog
But everybody else calls me Chris Webby, hehe nahmean?

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
It's seems like every week I get some girlie's number in my phone
Bring her home, make her scream, make her yell, make her moan
I'm a dog always lookin' for somewhere to put a bone
On my Entourage shit, bitches lookin' like Sloane
I'm an animal, off the chain, I had to cut loose
And judging on how you're dressed, you're tryin to fuck boo
You'll never hear me utterin' about I love you
I just really want to see them panties drop into your Ugg boots
It ain't my fault, your girlfriend sweats me
She'll be gettin' back to you, right after she's left me
And I ain't puttin' rose petals on your bed sheets
Romance ain't my thing, you should've known that when you met me
Am what I am, and I'll be it to my death
Got a thing for brunettes, with tats, and big breasts
So if you at the plate don't worry, who's on deck
Hate the game, not the player, Ma
And then she make me say