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Chase Weaver
Chase Weaver
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Where the fuck my hat Bitch better give that back Velcro strap, bitches stick to me like that And I speak real easy to her She blowin' like Dizzy on sax Put a few cities on maps Write a lil raps, titties on wax Octopus my filet, lil thot get pushed out the way, sorry Lil Chase jumped out the cake Lil Jason jumped out the lake Any day of the month, what I throw a bouquet to a munch, what I'm trick or treating with hoes You leave out a bowl I'm taking a bunch You don't know about no Smithfield's chicken Gotta ride slow can't get no ticket Last night had a lil bimbo twitchin Rate that she a grade 10 I'm Ricky Chase bout to burn your biscuit Pray to a god I'm good I'll risk it Kneel to the king with the ring now kiss it Silly hoe doing my dishes Yuh A couple girls tried to pick my brain, failed Impede on my world and learn my slang, failed They only show up to where I ain't Only target is where I aim She departed won't share my name Break out the gate Sydney Sweeney wanna date Know you see me hoe my lifestyle is Bohemian today We can't chop it up boy you be with Linguini s'il vous plaît Said your content gettin' steamy on your premium that's great I'm the coolest loser rap has ever seen, facts It's a scary sight to see me build a head of steam This goes way over your head and you don't catch a thing You a fifth year senior how the fuck you second string? yikes Baby please, keep your honey bees Off my money trees It ain't deep, it's just tongue in cheek Why you wanna leave? don't be like that Cuz a sleazeball gonna sleaze And I'm one capisce Play the keys, yes I'm Tommy Lee Hoe you under siege If I touch you turn you gold Fingers midas to the tip, tippy You'll know when I'm bout to show Tunechi's lighter when it flicks If I think she's money hungry, here's a diet for the bitch Til you ran them dick suckers Was delighted for a bit Slashin' tires on your whip Got that itis got that itch I bring out them appetizers, I provide us with the chips Scoop you in that civic baby He fly private with his bitch And I'm bout to drop my anchor Bitch it's pirates on your ship Can't be solved Ima problem Can't be solved Ima problem Ima, Ima problem
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