Top Songs By hooligan chase
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chase Weaver
Songwriter
Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Chase Weaver
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