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fresh effect - right now lyrics

sorta feelin’ like the sh-t right now
more bandz then i’d like to admit right now
white boy spits bars that are lit somehow
hardly working, makin g’s fellin rich right now
you prolly think i’d sign me a deal by now
take a trip north pole save the seals right now
hustle on fleek, s-x appeal somehow
set fire to the haters, how it feel right now?

you can’t mess around with chode when he’s in his zone
bad hoes call me a real one, askin’ what i’m on
i don’t talk to thots, how the f-ck you get my phone
go connect the dots hoe, you can’t f-ck with chode
stay out my thoughts though, lemme blow a load
got me in a knot so we f-ck until she moan
finna buy a yacht just to say that i’m well known
f-ck some p-ssy foreplay i’m only here to bone

i feel like a bear, feel like a beast
call up your girl, f-ck up your sheets
you ain’t got girth she crying for me
chode packs it thick, stretch guaranteed
she howl like a dog, she fetchin’ a leash
bling on my wrist, a thousand a piece
tight like a fist but chode remedies
if you insist the alb-m’s released

but i run that in advance right now
hoe whippi’ in the kitchen with no pants right now
chode sippin’ on that dirty, in a trance right now
chode workin’ self employed, freelance right now
fighting like a fiend one the scene right now
packin’ in the green as a teen right now
slidin’ up her spleen on the lean right now
spitin’ fire so mean ain’t clean right now

blowin’ out the fuse box with the way i fuse it
cause i’m making music but suckas just abuse it
cause you got one chance, you miss it then you lose it
givin chode that lap dance, his style is amusin’
ain’t about no romance, one night then you’re booted
i was prolly born lit, rhythm, that’s included
first track, straight heat, haters feelin’ wounded
second track, repeat, haters know they ruined

ignorin’ all the phone calls, gotta keep my phone off
they know i keep my gang small, gotta take a loadoff
think i’m signing migos with the way i takeoff
ballin’ hard, no mistakes like i’m in the playoffs
they know that i’m a rocket with the way i liftoff
ain’t show up to work today, gotta call my shift off
they know i don’t slow down, like my car in shiftlock
prolly workin too hard, think i need some time off

and i’m ballin’ in the field right now
no trust, keep a weapon concealed right now
really thought that the haters would yield by now
really thought this sh-t was sealed right now
and i’m hoppin’ in the foreign wraith right now
million haters all up in my face right now
they tryna label me a disgrace right now
rari filled with nitro, race right now

–ring–
“h-llo, who the f-ck is this?”
“yo chode, its deandre. i just thought i’d remind you that you a b-tch”
“oh really? well that’s not what yo momma was sayin’ last night when she was lickin’ my chode.”

flyin’ back from cali, homie gettin’ jet lag
let a hoe named sally, tickle on my nut sack
realest in the valley, spittin’ bars like kodak
hustle like big sean, always gonna bounce back
always keep the flow on, no need to announce that
hate for chode grows on, tryin’ to denounce that
won’t live to see dawn, finna cop an ice pack
the bomb like taiwan, p-ssy hoes don’t like that

i ain’t got patience, so i live my life fast
fm radio need me for a broadcast
gonna bring the storm, so better check the forecast
rhythm always transform, but haters keep me har-ssed
got no trust, keep the money in a backpack
homies wanna help out, i don’t need your feedback
word flow slaps like i’m workin’ on a soundtrack
retro jordans, like i’m in a throwback

and i’m rappin’ for that check right now
need some ice to light up my neck right now
workin’ in the studio, high-tech right now
rep my squad, ragú till death right now
and i’m finna blast off to the moon right now
dodgin’ haters like i’m immune right now
packin’ paper like a tyc–n somehow
pop the p-ssy like a balloon right now

bout to drop a second verse right now
enemies callin’ for a nurse right now
if you stole my style, reimburse right now
cause you know chode’s just gettin’ worse right now
buy the hoe a new gucci purse right now
takin’ all the haters to church right now
clutchin’ their ears when i curse right now
y’all know this chode’s universe right now

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