a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

chance the rapper - nana live in the studio lyrics

[verse 1: chance the rapper]
introducin’ chance the ruthless
trip ‘shrooms and lucy
dreams is lucid
loosely based on music
swallow my mucus
hope your p-ssy get herpes and yo’ -ss get lupus
deuces douches. deuce deuce i’ll shoot ya
shoes might boot cha and a suit might suit cha
they be on bullsh-t but they really don’t do sh-t
they use of illusion could confuse confucius
nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing, ’til my voice get raspy
last week suspended
last night kissed va$htie
parleyed with ashley
always in the hallway, so i never been cl-ssy
shut up

[hook]
na na na, na na na
na na na, na na na
na na na, na na na
igh

[verse 2: chance the rapper]
acid acid, get it? acid
melts through plastic, i spit fired
pad my palette, talkin’ paper
if this was work, i’d get higher-ed
pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered
fart and get b-tch-slapped, like bourbon mixed with jack
l!ckety-split, l!ckety-slipped on a sh-ll
from peelin’ banana split backs
give me my kit-kat
don’t break me off sh-t, batch, fack is you mean b-tch?
zan with that lean b-tch, zan with that lean b-tch
zen with that chakra
i eat it like idi amin, you know what i mean
hit me back when that mean sh-t
shut up

[extended hook]

[verse 3: chance the rapper]
vodka in my redbull can, very formal
shot a p-rno on a rebel cam
don’t be jealous that’s the sh-t that got the devil d-mned
yeah you got one banger? n-gga i got several hands
chance and dash and dash and detro at your rescue, man
don’t you love the way i treat you extra special and
got me feeling upper echelon
and i ate cheerios for dinner
i broke like 40 bowls i’m the cereal bowl k!ller
manilla
fearing an animal
they like chano your an animal
here’s a bunch of mushrooms go run in the woods and find your spirit animal
i’m, hard to devour
hearts turning sour
i want to put my twins in a tower
so i could hoop in my bas-m-nt and swim in my shower
choke holding my wine gl-ss
propose a toast to the noggin
i got holes in my socks and coal in my stocking
santa was on dirt with all the poor kids in chatham
so i rode to the north pole with a pole and i shot him
batman, gotham
autumn
i ought to start selling them
but i ain’t even on that
nananananannanananananannaanananan

- chance the rapper lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS