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chance the rapper - favorite song lyrics

[verse 1: chance]
chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker
c-cky khaki jacket jacker
blap-happy f-ggot slapper
a rocky rocket launcher
shake that laffy taffy, jolly raunchy rapper
dang, dang, dang – skeet, skeet, skeet
she do that thing for three retweets
the alb-m feel like ’92
then take that bomb for heat, three-peat
chance, hoe, i said, cruising on that la street
ask yourself about my deal
you’ll go bash-t – “h-ll yeah, let’s eat!”

[hook]
this sh-t my favourite song, you just don’t know the words
but i still f-ck with you, you just ain’t never heard
it go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that jack
all my n-gg-s h-t that zip, and all my ladies ’bout that, b-tch
this my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
i’m ’bout that jam, i’m ’bout that jam, i’m ’bout that jam…
this my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
i’m ’bout that jam, i’m ’bout that jam, i’m ’bout that jam…
[verse 2: chance]
young rascal flatts – young -ss kid -ss could rap
f-ck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat
back-to-back packin’ bags back and forth with fifths of jack
enforce the weed, i’m back to pack on hands
with young cleatus to pat my back
real n-gg- with a nose ring, that’s right
this here the rapdom song
rag on my hair wrap, weed in vegas, rockin’ vagabonds
sang a song, oh you don’t know? what?
well i still bang with you
hang with you, sip drank with you
as long as i can sang with you, like:

[hook]

[verse 3: childish gambino]
n-gg-s please be focused – that ‘bino, you notice
he rep the home of sosas, you know i’m from that zone 6
you know i rep that strong sh-t, you know your ‘hood is so cl-t
as god is my witness, this will smith spit real sh-t
i’mma be that – cg gettin’ busy, where the weed at?
bought your girl some new kneepads
you’re f-ckin’ with the fifi bag
mach stars, egad, she said: “this my favourite song”
“hold my purse” – now she on the floor, droppin’ like it’s hot
you blast this sh-t in abercrombie when your work is finished
your mom won’t play it in the car ’cause it’s got cursing in it
your boy like: “i’m the one who showed you he want his percentage”
‘cause you were like: “this ain’t the n-gg- you said spittin’, is it?”
two-step – white dude’s harlem shake
why you laughing? ‘cause you harlem shake?
i was never fake, i was just too good to be true
that’s acid rap, we killed the track
you had your chance, and ‘bino too

[hook]

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