hooligan chase - Great Bambino

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Yeah
Chase, who?
I’m the Great Bambino
Babe Ruth
Bad bitch straight, she gay too
I am not a safe substance, K2
You better get back to the patties
Uh, get whacked in the back of a caddy
Set me on soft, low pack to relax me
«Good Game"bitch, go catch you a taxi (Goodbye)
Uh
Reach for the sky, no jumping
I ain’t holdin' back I’m dumpin' (Oh)
Had a few drinks, we bumpin'
In my city I’m a vet, Tim Duncan (Facts)
All you gotta do is throw it up to me (Uh)
10-piece nugget I’m dunkin' (Uh)
She told me if you fuck, then you stuck with me (Fuck?)
Chase you the shit, no
Thank you, means a lot
You got a sugar daddy?
How you get on a yacht? (Seriously)
That’s a nice necklace, beautiful watch (Uh-huh)
I got you a gift, it’s my dick in a box (Uh-huh)
from my neck, all the way to my socks
Soon as I hit, you’ll be kickin' some rocks (For real)
They ain’t wanna let me in
Well fuck it let’s begin
I’m outside and I’m pickin' the lock
DNA test you is not my baby
You are now live, with the real Slim Shady
Me and my blunt like Shaggy, Scooby
Foamin' at the mouth like the bitch got rabies
Brodie got zips, like a new backpack (Backpack)
Land on my feet I’m a real cool cat
You ain’t gon' pop, bitch
I know you don’t get it
Hey, on Jesus I’m preachy (Preachy)
Fly like a bird and plane
Ay, I’m workin' big Meechy (Meechy)
You ain’t do a goddamn thing
Tryna bag actress maybe like KeKe
I would bet Bella Thorne is real freaky
Hilary Duff can hang from my PP
Let me hit Vanessa up, she said «eat me»
Ha, everybody talk to much
Trip on my dick if I walk to much (Oh, shit)
I ain’t even buyin' you a Kids Meal, ho
She gon' rock your world, if you got 2 bucks
I’m not your guy, little bitch let go (Let go)
I on your boy, echo (Echo)
Ravioli, pasta, with the pesto (Pesto)
Rest in Peace, to the big 2−4
I said, «please don’t touch me bitch»
That art, I’m 303, don’t trust me bitch
I said, «please don’t love me bitch»
Refer to the first line, don’t try to hug me bitch
I said, «please don’t fuck me bitch»
Reverse psychology, that’s genius
Thanks, I don’t try to me
Got a rip through your shirt, so I gotta see
All you need is lit words, and a poppin' beat
In the kitchen where I’m cookin' at (Cook)
I know my bitch look good
What you lookin' at?
I think it’s something in the water (Oh)
What they put in that?
If the proof is in the pudding, put the pudding back
Ooh, I’m lovin' it
Now let’s overthrow the government
Ay, my fit go crazy
Doesn’t it?
And your outfit look like
Chase, who? (Me)
I’m the Great Bambino (Yep)
Babe Ruth
Bad bitch straight, she gay too
I am not a safe substance, K2
You better get back to the patties
Uh, get whacked in the back of a caddy
Set me on soft, low pack to relax me
«Good Game"bitch, go catch you a taxi (Goodbye)
Uh