| 10 Days?
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| Are you for real?
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| Are you serious?
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| Fuck it then!
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| Fuck you tahm bout…
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| Nigga, fuck you tahm bout…
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| Nigga, fuck this whole school and everything you tahm 'bout
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| Don’t ask me for no I.D., bitch I fucking signed out
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| Bitch I’ve been suspended, bitch I’ve been on timeout
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| Waking up in grind mode and sleeping in a grindhouse
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| So please don’t hit my line 'bout the party trying to find out
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| What time that shit going to start or when it end, or who gone come out
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| Or if I walked the stage, I’ve been on stage since I could rhyme out
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| Shows and shows and tapes of trying to get my fucking lines out
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| So please don’t take my BIC out
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| My book out, my pick out, my hair, my fucking big mouth
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| You dick head you dipped out of class and now you shit out
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| Of luck who fucking slick now, and with them rhymes you written down
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| I hope you get a mix down with a diss track
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| From Ms. Rownd and my dick sack in this bitch mouth
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| Give a five-hive to my teacher face and my principal that fist pound
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| And now you gotta switch gowns, caught you, little rascal
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| We got you throwing tantrums, when you could’ve thrown a tassel
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| Fuck you tahm bout…
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| Nigga, fuck you tahm bout…
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| Nigga you’re a weakling, why you talking dealing?
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| Like, «All my niggas flip birds!"Nigga, you’re a wing-zing
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| You ain’t nothing but my seedling, I’ll hang you from the ceiling
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| And leave yo' little ass leaking, and leave yo' body stinking
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| Dude yo' ass been drinking? |
| Or you just wasn’t thinking?
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| I’ll hit you with that 6-piece: bink, bink, bink, bink, bink, bink!
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| I hear you’re pockets jingling, it’s calling me like ring, ring!
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| I’ll choke you with your bling bling, then run faster than Tink Tink
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| And all these goofies mad though, like, «Why he such a asshole?»
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| And I ain’t even mad yo, I’ll stab you with a screwdriver
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| That shit ain’t even rhyme nigga, I’m fucked up out my mind nigga
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| I stay right off the '9 nigga, that’s where they try an' find a nigga
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| Feeling froggy? |
| Better timid up, harsh feelings gone, put 'em in a blunt
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| Cause niggas don’t wanna get bended up, stay talking but don’t send it up
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| Used to send it up for my skinner lunch
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| Save money niggas really won’t spend a buck
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| Gimme that cash, that ben what up
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| Pockets keep that denim bruh like
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| Fuck you tahm bout…
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| Nigga, fuck you tahm bout… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck You Tahm Bout , by - Chance The Rapper. Song from the album 10 Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп