baslii - chan the man! lyrics
mixin’ up the ice and spices, little n+gga munch
got me feelin’ like mike tyson when i beat him up
all you wanna got is mama, like a baby cub
trap it, hit him like saitama, it only took one punch
this is bad, red+headed b+tches like johnny test
you got any questions, just ask game, cause they know me best
huh, i get dirty in this b+tch, yeah, i’m minding the mess
i’m too up right now, i can’t even find time to stress
if i’m with my bro, chubby chan, you know it’s a banger
yeah, i’m with my bro, chubby chan, you know that’s ganger
i don’t even know that girl’s name, she a no+namer
i’m not a k!ller, but i’ll k!ll, that’s a disclaimer
chubby drop a hеat and it slaps like some donkey nuts
just likе the 8th track on kamigo, i’m gon’ run it up
you saw a bad b with good ass, that’s a donkey b+tt
i’m pretty sure if you ask nike, she gon’ f+ck it up
you can call me chan the man, but never call me bro
amazed, but how about chains, so i started rappin’, that’s a joke
but now i got some bass, i make me dance like i got a stroke
racist h0m+phobics like my sh+t, i just made them woke
pull up with it, steel toes, tryna walk it, n+gga
i just stay old girl, cause she know that my pockets big
toppa gonna go out of sp+ce, he got rocket ship
gah, gah, gah, haha, don’t talk to that n+gga
he a devil, a raider, and a patriot
chan, yeah, he got g’s and he chasin’ it
new scat on a race and i’m racin’ it
big b from my pocket, you got bacon fingers
walk into the church on my knees, got me feelin’ blessed
now i’m out here school number three, northside is the best
y’all was too ghetto, but what about chs
b+tch, don’t get me started, it’s mostly white like a tupac crest
i can say that sh+t, columbus really did me dirty
cured me out quick, so now my friends alone inside the morning
it was offense number six, they hardly gave me warning
now i’m up big and the drumline is to press a morning
call my pockets chandler, cause you know they chubby
gonna be a vegan and still be extra sl+tty
got a chopper and it’s just for you, buddy
i got a hammer, so lil’ n+gga, you can’t touch me
old money in the coupe and it’s messy
call me mr. krabs, cause my money extra crusty
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