Testo Shake Junt - hooligan chase
Testo della canzone Shake Junt (hooligan chase), tratta dall'album Bodyache
Goddamn
Bitch, I shine all day, young Alaska
I ain't said shit to yo' ass, why you gassed up?
Who the biggest loser, my pocket, he's a fat fuck
Do it on the floor, but I'm not finna help yo' ass up
Bitch you was flat, all of a sudden you got a fat butt
I'm with Judy, 'cause Ruby just wanna act up
I be on the lookout when I'm picking the pack up
I like to spend a lot 'cause I run it all back up
Let's talk about your bitches, better yet the lack of
The bitch a lil' parrot, probably won't just crack up
My number one fan telling hoes we dapped up
That shit finna get the boy the cheeks to clap up
I came to choke smoke, I give a fuck if she want me (I give a fuck)
My lil' lady cook when I'm hungry
This is no joke, you bitches extra baloney (bitch, you goofy)
Indica medicinal on me
That's that pope dope, I threw some cake at the blood
These bitches hood wings
I think I'm the greatest because that's what I should think (for sure)
Ain't no debating lil' bruh
She told yo' ass, she finna leave, and now I'm raking it up
I'm not your homie you can hope though (fuck no)
She took it down, down on me, that's a low blow
I do my damn thing, I don't do the po-po (po-po)
I got 'em rolling in the grave, I would hope so (show up, yeah)
I ain't tryna make mistakes rookies make, rookie chase (what)
Throw yourself up with this cookie cake, took me days (what)
I been macking since the boogie face, whoopsie daisy
This B give me stanky pussy face, ain't this crazy
Uh, I got a hell of a job, uh
If I go broke, then I'm ready to rob
Who's that who be twisting the knob? (Who is it)
I love my fans, they treat the boy like he god (yeah)
Chase you going crazy again, but (duh, hoe)
Bitch, my momma made me to win (what?)
Run the track back, she gon' play me again
I might, pipe some, and it made me your friend, uh
Big rack, got some D's on that bitch (yeah)
Apple pie, with the cheese on that bitch (yeah)
Itching to meet me, I'm flicking fleas off a bitch
I'm a nature boy, baby, brought some trees on the trip, yeah
(Chase, you going crazy again, but)
(Bitch, my momma made me to win, what?)
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Writer(s): Chase Weaver
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