Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mixtape, artist - Chance The Rapper. Album song Coloring Book, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Chance the Rapper
Song language: English
Mixtape |
Chance the motherfuckin' rapper |
With a capitalized, uh, times, like the times |
Lil Boat |
Chance |
Lil Boat |
Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes |
Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes |
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes |
Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste |
I swear I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes |
Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste |
All I can hear is the third, ayy |
All I can hear is the third, ayy |
We don’t know none of your words, ayy |
We don’t know none of your words, ayy |
I love my women real tall, ayy |
Type that can really play ball, ayy |
You buy my hat at the park, ayy |
Think I might really play ball, ayy |
I got a link in my bio my bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo |
They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo |
How can they call themselves bosses |
When they got so many bosses |
You gotta see what your boss say |
I get it straight out the faucet |
I ain’t felt like this since the third drought, third carter drop |
Told my momma third grade I’d be in the third Barbershop |
And you know momma got real worried when she heard college drop |
But now I call the shots |
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes |
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste |
I swear I’m the only nigga still cares about mixtapes |
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste |
Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama |
She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna |
She shine like a Rolex, got that from her momma |
Can’t see me, can’t be me, I’m ridin' like a panda |
That booty gon' roll and it’s outta control |
And these bitches gon' fuck off respect and that loyalty |
All my bitches lovin' me and they spoil me |
Rub me down with that lotion, baby oil me |
Drinking Actavis, baby I’m showin' me |
In that choppa I see your perimeter |
Change the culture, cause my niggas is silent |
Wait a minute I told you |
Yeah, I would like to know you |
Yeah, you lucky like clovers |
Yeah, the clothes no good |
Mama I do it, your ass I pursue it |
Just look at me baby |
I came from the sewers |
They love all the slime ball |
Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog |
I got me some like I’m |
And I’m ballin' on you like I’m Chris Paul |
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes |
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste |
I swear I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes |
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste |
Am I the only one who really care about cover art |
Growing up I ain’t have my brother cause he said the streets gave him a fresh |
start |
I ain’t know what that mean |
I bumped heads with my dean |
Dropped out and hit the scene |
Now I’m stunting like bling |
Time and time again they told me no |
They told me I wouldn’t go |
Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes |
Well, maybe that shit was my interest |
Now I spend more than they make at my dentist |
After one night the folks thought I was finished |
I pin my name to the game like a seamstress |
Oh, bitch I bite like a gator |
Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper |
Did what I wanted, didn’t care about a hater |
Delivered my tape to the world as it cater |
Oh, they fuck with me cause I’m different |
New sound, new appearance |
Bitches both from the 6 |
Give a fuck about a bitch |
Walk out, my hand on my dick, I’m the shit |
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes |
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste |
I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes |
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste |