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hooligan chase - shake junt lyrics

[intro]
godd-mn

[verse]
b-tch, i shine all day, young alaska
i ain’t said sh-t to yo’ -ss, why you g-ssed up (brrap, brrap)
who the biggest loser, my pocket, he’s a fat f-ck
do it on the floor but i’m not finna help yo’ -ss up
b-tch you was flat, all of a sudden you got a fat b-tt (woah)
i’m with judy, ’cause ruby just wanna act up (hey, hey)
i be on the lookout when i’m picking the pack up (i do)
i like to spend a lot ’cause i run it all back up (i do)
let’s talk about your b-tches, better yet the lack of
the b-tch a lil’ parrot, probably won’t just crack up
my number one fan telling hoes we dapped up (uh, uh)
that sh-t finna get the boy the cheeks to clap up (oh, oh, oh ,oh)
i came to choke smoke, i give a f-ck if she want me (i give a f-ck)
my lil’ lady cook when i’m hungry
this is no joke, you b-tches extra baloney (b-tch, you goofy)
indica, medicinal on me
that’s that pope dope, i threw some cake at the blood
these b-tches hood wings
i think i’m the greatest because that’s what i should think (for sure)
ain’t no debating lil’ bruh, she told yo’ -ss she finna leave and now i’m raking it up (haha, ha)
i’m not your homie you can hope though (f-ck no)
she took it down, down on me, that’s a low blow (woah)
i do my d-mn thing, i don’t do the po po (the po po)
i got ’em rolling in the grave, i would hope so (show up, yeah)
i ain’t tryna make mistakes rookies make, rookie chase (what)
throw yourself up with this cookie cake, took me days (what)
i been mackin since the boogie face, whoopsie daisy
this b give me stanky p-ssy face, ain’t this crazy
uh, i got a h-ll of a job
uh, if i go broke, then i’m ready to rob (hey)
who’s that who be twisting the kn-b (who is it)
i love my fans, they treat the boy like he god (yeah)
chase you going crazy again, but (duh hoe)
b-tch my momma made me to win (what)
run the track back, she gon’ play me again
i might, pipe some and it made me your friend, uh (uh-oh)
big rack, got some d’s on that b-tch
apple pie, with the cheese on that b-tch (yeah)
itching to meet me, i’m flicking fleas off a b-tch
i’m a nature boy, baby, brought some trees on the trip, yeah (yeah)

[outro]
(chase you going crazy again, but)
(b-tch my momma made me to win, what)

- hooligan chase lyrics

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