Chance The Rapper

Chance The Rapper - Favorite Song lyrics

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[Verse 1: Chance]

Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker

Cocky khaki jacket jacker

Blap-happy faggot slapper

A Rocky rocket launcher

Shake that laffy taffy, jolly raunchy rapper

Dang, dang, dang – skeet, skeet, skeet

She do that thing for three retweets

The album feel like 92

Then take that bomb for Heat, three-peat

Chance, hoe, I said, cruising on that LA street

Ask yourself about my deal

You'll go bashit hell yeah, let's eat

[Hook]

This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words

But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard

It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack

All my niggas hit that zip, and all my ladies 'bout that, bitch

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam

Young Rascal Flatts young ass kid ass could rap

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

Back-to-back packin bags back and forth with fifths of Jack

Enforce the weed, I'm back to pack on hands

With young Cleatus to pat my back

Real nigga with a nose ring, that's right

This here the RapDom song

Rag on my hair wrap, weed in Vegas, rockin Vagabonds

Sang a song, oh you don't know? What?

Well I still bang with you

Hang with you, sip drank with you

As long as I can sang with you, like:

[Hook]

This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words

But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard

It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack

All my niggas hit that zip, and all my ladies 'bout that, bitch

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam

Niggas please be focused that Bino, you notice

He rep the home of Sosas, you know I'm from that Zone 6

You know I rep that strong shit, you know your ‘hood is so clit

As God is my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit

I'mma be that – CG gettin busy, where the weed at?

Bought your girl some new kneepads

You're fuckin with the Fifi bag

Mach stars, egad, she said: this my favorite song

Hold my purse now she on the floor, droppin like it's hot

You blast this shit in Abercrombie when your work is finished

Your mom won't play it in the car 'cause it's got cursing in it

Your boy like I'm the one who showed you he want his percentage

‘Cause you were like this ain't the nigga you said spittin, is it?

Two-step white dude's Harlem Shake

Why you laughing? Cause you Harlem Shake?

I was never fake, I was just too good to be true

That's acid rap, we killed the track

You had your chance, and Bino too

[Hook]

This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words

But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard

It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack

All my niggas hit that zip, and all my ladies 'bout that, bitch

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam.

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