| He look crazy as hell
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| But he dress well (oh my God)
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| Why his face look puff?
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| Why he look like that? |
| (You look like a)
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| Why your hair like that? |
| (Like a chipmunk or something)
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| Why your teeth like that? |
| (Or like a prairie dog)
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| Why your cheeks like that?
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| I got this shitty moustache, and a new haircut
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| Short but tall enough to ride every ride so it’s fair enough
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| Teeth crooked but my breath fresh just like the evergreens
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| My attitude is bit like, a psys- fuck!
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| You mean psychopath
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| I bet the marble feel good on your bare foot
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| I’m in the backyard hiding out like I’m Bigfoot
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| And I won’t cater to you
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| Yeah I am not Carrabba’s, and I ain’t taking orders
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| Here for the loot, and to inspire some of you
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| To do what you do despite all the «fuck you’s»
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| 'Cause they shit on your shit, stab you right in the back
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| 'Til you’re shittin' on the toilet with Grammys in your lap
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| Niggas talk a lot of shit, in a safe place
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| Aiming with they keyboard, they shootin' uppercase
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| I’m booking tour dates, money in the suitcase
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| Commander and the chief like, Barack Hussein
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| Same nigga, two names, I am onto new things
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| Flying out of Houston, lemme say a few things
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| I don’t give a fuck about you or your screen name
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| I’ma be a star even if I say the same things
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| 'Cause them same things keep me on the wavelengths
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| I dropped another verse, so you gon' have to pay me
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| Glock with no safety, seen niggas on the pavement
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| Over gang affiliations, guns with extensions
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| Seeing niggas get anxious, all these internet gangstas
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| I’m running outta patience, nigga, stick to your day shift
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| And watch what you’re saying, and please keep praying
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| 'Cause niggas talk big 'til that price on their head
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| I feel the voices always drown out all the noise in the room
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| They don’t employ you for your purpose, they just need a platoon
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| Another number in a line ready to march into tombs
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| I ain’t the one to assume, I put the coon in tycoon
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| We colonizing the moon, I see you look to the sky
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| And start to wish it was you, sometimes I wish I was me
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| Sometimes I’m watching my life
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| I’m dissociated from what eats my heart up at night
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| Sleep on a cloud of my strife
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| I ain’t afraid of the heights, they all afraid to appall
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| I’m just afraid of excitement being a trip to the mall
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| I need a summer to fall, I need a winter to spring
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| Got all these seasons within me, building a story to sing
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| Don’t need a dollar to dream, I need a billion in facts
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| I need a trillion in wealth, y’all niggas need to relax
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| I wanna build up the culture, they wanna dream in the trap
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| I took the zoom off my lens and I saw the world in my lap
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| I’m not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
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| Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
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| I’m not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
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| Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
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| I’m not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
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| Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
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| I’m not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
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| Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
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| I’m not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
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| Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
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| I’m not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
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| Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
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| I’m not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
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| Keep the sand in the bag, all my niggas in the bag
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| I’m not tryna be like you, when I grow, money in the bag
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| Keep the sand in the |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CHICK, artist - BROCKHAMPTON. Album song SATURATION II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп