| Yeah
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| Chase, who?
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| I’m the Great Bambino
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| Babe Ruth
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| Bad bitch straight, she gay too
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| I am not a safe substance, K2
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| You better get back to the patties
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| Uh, get whacked in the back of a caddy
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| Set me on soft, low pack to relax me
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| «Good Game"bitch, go catch you a taxi (Goodbye)
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| Uh
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| Reach for the sky, no jumping
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| I ain’t holdin' back I’m dumpin' (Oh)
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| Had a few drinks, we bumpin'
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| In my city I’m a vet, Tim Duncan (Facts)
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| All you gotta do is throw it up to me (Uh)
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| 10-piece nugget I’m dunkin' (Uh)
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| She told me if you fuck, then you stuck with me (Fuck?)
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| Chase you the shit, no
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| Thank you, means a lot
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| You got a sugar daddy?
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| How you get on a yacht? |
| (Seriously)
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| That’s a nice necklace, beautiful watch (Uh-huh)
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| I got you a gift, it’s my dick in a box (Uh-huh)
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| from my neck, all the way to my socks
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| Soon as I hit, you’ll be kickin' some rocks (For real)
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| They ain’t wanna let me in
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| Well fuck it let’s begin
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| I’m outside and I’m pickin' the lock
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| DNA test you is not my baby
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| You are now live, with the real Slim Shady
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| Me and my blunt like Shaggy, Scooby
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| Foamin' at the mouth like the bitch got rabies
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| Brodie got zips, like a new backpack (Backpack)
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| Land on my feet I’m a real cool cat
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| You ain’t gon' pop, bitch
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| I know you don’t get it
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| Hey, on Jesus I’m preachy (Preachy)
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| Fly like a bird and plane
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| Ay, I’m workin' big Meechy (Meechy)
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| You ain’t do a goddamn thing
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| Tryna bag actress maybe like KeKe
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| I would bet Bella Thorne is real freaky
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| Hilary Duff can hang from my PP
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| Let me hit Vanessa up, she said «eat me»
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| Ha, everybody talk to much
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| Trip on my dick if I walk to much (Oh, shit)
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| I ain’t even buyin' you a Kids Meal, ho
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| She gon' rock your world, if you got 2 bucks
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| I’m not your guy, little bitch let go (Let go)
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| I on your boy, echo (Echo)
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| Ravioli, pasta, with the pesto (Pesto)
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| Rest in Peace, to the big 2−4
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| I said, «please don’t touch me bitch»
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| That art, I’m 303, don’t trust me bitch
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| I said, «please don’t love me bitch»
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| Refer to the first line, don’t try to hug me bitch
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| I said, «please don’t fuck me bitch»
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| Reverse psychology, that’s genius
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| Thanks, I don’t try to me
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| Got a rip through your shirt, so I gotta see
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| All you need is lit words, and a poppin' beat
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| In the kitchen where I’m cookin' at (Cook)
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| I know my bitch look good
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| What you lookin' at?
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| I think it’s something in the water (Oh)
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| What they put in that?
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| If the proof is in the pudding, put the pudding back
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| Ooh, I’m lovin' it
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| Now let’s overthrow the government
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| Ay, my fit go crazy
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| Doesn’t it?
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| And your outfit look like
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| Chase, who? |
| (Me)
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| I’m the Great Bambino (Yep)
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| Babe Ruth
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| Bad bitch straight, she gay too
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| I am not a safe substance, K2
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| You better get back to the patties
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| Uh, get whacked in the back of a caddy
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| Set me on soft, low pack to relax me
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| «Good Game"bitch, go catch you a taxi (Goodbye)
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| Uh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Great Bambino , by - hooligan chase. Song from the album Thomas, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп