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lil b & chance the rapper – last dance based freestyle lyrics


[intro: lil b]
yeah, welcome to this beautiful mixtape
based freestyle
chance the rapper, lil b yeah

[verse 1: lil b]
this our f-ckin’ last chance
i’m goin’ to the top b-tch, this is the last dance
i got my hands open (yeah), lookin’ to the sky like
lord can you take me? i’m alright (alright)
i got my wings flyin’, b-tch i’m like a red bull (red bull)
i knock n-gg-s out the game, b-tch this shit is full
i’m not full, i’m still hungry and shit (hungry)
i got b-tches on my shit, i’m not funny, it’s rich
you feel me? (what’s up b-tch?)
that’s why we so serious
these mothaf-ckas gotta stop, b-tch i’m like a period
or a comma (yes!) ’cause these mothaf-ckas
gotta take a pause or somethin’ (pause)
i might hit ’em with the llama for frontin’ (frontin’)
these mothaf-ckas gotta stick with me
cause i don’t know n-body but i know lil b
and i don’t hate n-body but i love basedgod
it’s mothaf-ckin’ chance the rapper, what’s up my chi?
what’s up?

[verse 2: chance the rapper]
what’s up? you thought it was a joke
til i come in, hocus pocus, with the dopest
shit, halitoshis, i spit the grossest
now i gotta spit ashy then gross -ssist, oh
grocery shoppin’ for my mama and daughter
i’m feelin’ like i shouldn’t have involved her
but now i’m movin’ too quickly
believe it or not, i’m mr. ripley, talented too!
comin’ through like the afterwards school
afterwards what they have at school
nothin’ leftover so i came back to the land
with my homie lil b and half of my bands
we did it different than the xans
no sleep, stayin’ up real late with my mans
and out in chicago droppin’ shit off the top
they thought after surf this shit would just stop
what’s they problem? what-what’s they problem?
i’m comin’ through, i had to dissolve ’em
like acid to bases
they want me to go back to acid, the basic
shit, that’s just tasteless
now i’m flippin’ it up like the taste did this year in chicago when they started chargin’ for tickets
ayy, shout out to the hood
they ain’t gon’ keep chargin’ for tickets
if they don’t let us in then we’re chargin’ the bridges
they tried to charge like tar with the bridges
haha! i went to school with my sisters
and speakin’ of my sisters
i got fatimah noname gypsy comin’ through with the spinners
what’s up!?

[verse 3: noname gypsy]
ayy it’s fatimah, mrs. noname gypsy
not tipsy today but i’m ripley today like he said before
i’m knockin’ on your door
i’m comin’ through with metaphor after metaphor
like meta 5 i’m still alive, but i be like the beehive
on some beyoncé shit, i’m h-lla equipped for…
anything if you’re ready, i’m heavy
like monique, that was a fat reference
um… you can put me on the guest list
you can tell me that i’m next, b-tch, and i’d be like, “fasho i am!”
sorry fam, i’m not a good freestyler
ugh, i don’t know what to say
i’m kinda crazy, kinda hazy, smokin’ hazy
i’m off the top, i’m super lazy, h-lla jay z
but not jay z, i meant jaded, i’m faded
i be smokin’ mad cigarettes
uhh… i’m in a jet, i got a jetpack
i’m super black like obama
or like nina simone
i’m comin’ home again like kanye should’ve

[outro: noname gypsy]
uhh… i don’t know! hahahaha
uhh, is this gonna be a whole freestyle mixtape?
that’s crazy
got my man… my mans chance
and my brother lil b
and of course, myself