hooligan chase – peter pan lyrics
[intro]
(what are you doing, man?)
ayoo
[verse]
young boy, neverland, peter pan
that b-tch got a strong neck, what she sniffin, need a tab
she hit me tryna meet again while
i’m four zones slidin’ on my way to meet a friend
saucin’, you can hear it drip drop (drip drip drip drip drop)
i’m still in her mouth so why you lip lock (mouthful)
roger that, my money look like rick ross
baby you done said too many words and made my d-ck soft
go go gadget, my whole c-ke spastic (yes it is)
new b-tch atheist, my old hoe catholic
stuck on my d-ck, while the other stuck in traffic
but she on the way godd-mnit, ‘bout to get dramatic (oh noo)
flexin bernie sanders, gucci lotion when i jack off (oooh)
that’s so raven, i can see the future with my mask off
told that b-tch to net me, but she grounded, that’s that dad talk (ay ay ay)
rio de janeiro, i be trippin’ on the catwalk (on the catwalk!)
bang on that b-tch, i be sw-ng on that b-tch
s-s-sick! i’m just eatin’ chow mein on that b-tch
think so hard, think i need a new brain on that b-tch
it’s okay, servin’ hoes soufflés, chef like bobby flay
i miss pluto, we gone go today
london b-tches fallin’
i don’t even pay attention, got a hundred b-tches callin’
let ‘em know i’m with my stack and now we huntin’ b-tches ballin’
i don’t ever text em back and now a hundred b-tches ballin’
everybody talkin’ bout a double cup
i just jumped through portal playin’ double dutch
trappin’ mr. feeney with the b-tton up
your girlfriend probably don’t even let you touch her b-tt
if you lookin’ for me, you know where i be
on my island with some psychedelic drugs i got for free
slurpin noodles witcho poodle, lindsay lohan spreads me cheeks
they go “hooligan again? that boy be geekin’, jeez louise”
grab the pack like it’s my homework
mathematics like a nerd
off the letter on luigi, had her talkin’, it be slurred
taught me worst african voodoo, disappearin’ off the earth
double d’s won’t picture fashion, me my eyes on red alert
lost in the sauce, never found
rest in p-ssy to my cause
i done f-cked around and drowned
uncle jessy off the xan, danny tanner on the couch
i’m a dumb f-ck i can’t even count
she give me doug dimmadome
owner of the dimmsdale dimmadome
once the job done i gotta send her home
i ain’t even put her number in my phone
[outro]
young boy, neverland, peter pan
that b-tch got a strong neck, what she sniffin, need a tab
she hit me tryna meet again while
i’m four zones slidin’ on my way to meet a friend
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