| Introducin' Chance the Ruthless
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| Trip 'shrooms and lucy
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| Dreams is lucid
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| Loosely based on music
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| Swallow my mucus
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| Hope your pussy get herpes and yo' ass get lupus
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| Deuces Douches, deuce deuce I’ll shoot ya (BANG)
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| Shoes might boot cha and a suit might suit cha
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| They be on bullshit but they really don’t do shit
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| They use of illusion could confuse Confucius
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| Nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing, 'til my voice get raspy
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| Last week suspended
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| Last night kissed Va$htie
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| Parleyed with Ashley
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| Always in the hallway, so I never been classy
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| (Ha ha ha) Shut up
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| Na na na, na na na
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| Na na na, na na na
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| Na na na, na na na
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| (Igh, igh, igh, igh!)
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| Acid acid, get it? |
| Acid
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| Melts through plastic, I spit fired
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| Pad my palette, talkin' paper
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| If this was work, I’d get higher
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| Pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered
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| Fart and get bitch-slapped, like bourbon mixed with jack
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| Lickety-split, Look it! |
| He slipped on a shell
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| From peelin' banana splits back
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| Give me my Kit-Kat
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| Don’t break me off shit, batch, fack is you mean bitch?
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| Zan with that lean bitch, zan with that lean bitch
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| Zen with that chakra
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| I eat it like Idi Amin, Ya Kna Wha Mean
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| Hit me back when that mean shit
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| Na na na, na na na
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| Na na na, na na na
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| Na na na, na na na
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| (Igh, igh, igh, igh!)
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| Introducin', It’s Bronsonlino
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| With my hair slicked back, I look like Rick Pitino
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| 3 Japanese dykes in my El Camino
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| Lettin' trees blow, oh
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| I rep the East Coast, I got a team of hoes like Pat Summit
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| I look like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a black hummer (get to the chopper)
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| I splash summer like a fast brother
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| With a number on his back, ain’t no fumblin', in fact, I’m
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| Back, acid in my hat
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| Shoot then pass the gat, it’s at the bottom of the river in a plastic bag
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| My new shorty got a gymnastic back
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| 87 emerald green on a classic jag
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| She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef’s salad
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| She had the club foot, with that little arm
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| I couldn’t help but laugh, she ordered Chicken Parm
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| I had the full Bulls warm-up with the Pippens on
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| Suck my motherfucking dick, it’s the young Randy Velarde
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| Queens, baby
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| Blow me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song NaNa , by - Chance The Rapper. Song from the album Acid Rap, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп