Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chase, artist - Problem. Album song S2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.11.2018
Record label: Diamond Lane
Song language: English
Chase |
Yeah, yeah |
This is separation, somethin' like segregation |
You ain’t nothin' like us, nigga |
You can’t stand wit' us, you can’t sit wit' us, you can’t ride wit' us |
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? |
I don’t fuck with you niggas, can’t ride with y’all |
I like my checks marked up nigga |
Nothin' like you |
What |
I don’t love 'em, I don’t chase 'em, I duck 'em |
Niggas is suckas, think they gotta cuff 'em to fuck 'em |
Goin' through customs with your sweety squeezin' her muffins like it’s all good |
'cause it’s all good |
Money on the wood |
If niggas wanna challenge mine, you niggas hearts is Valentine |
Calculated grind |
Silent when doin' any crime |
I’m just not your kind and that’s fine |
But please don’t push me nowhere near that line 'cause oh my |
Let me spark my weed |
Keep havin' dreams of makin' plays wit' ease |
Ferrari clean, top down, what an amazin' scene |
The shit I teach ain’t got shit to do with A’s and B’s |
Don’t give a F, niggas see I did my thang with D’s |
Yeah |
I don’t love 'em, I don’t chase 'em, I duck 'em |
I don’t love 'em, I don’t chase 'em, I duck 'em |
Pass me that, yeah |
(Need a light, uh) |
(Know I don’t love 'em, nigga) |
I don’t chase 'em, I duck 'em, fuck it |
What! |
Makin' my way through traffic (Traffic) |
Lately I just been stackin' lame niggas' hate with a passion |
Shot 'em out his vapor maxes |
Don’t want no smoke, when I see 'em, they pass her (Pass her) |
My niggas investin' in ratchets |
My bitch in the valley get hit with the package |
Not talkin' 'bout Trina, this bitch is the baddest |
Hard to show love and I never chase (Yeah) |
I’m up in Chase high off a eighth, maybe a quarter |
Just got off the phone with my lawyer and he said they threw out my case (Yes) |
Everything straight |
I’m duckin' these hoes like niggas is shootin' |
After we fuck, I get right back to recruitin' |
I still got bitches that’s boostin' |
I still got hittas that’s shootin' |
Trust me |
This pimpin', I might let you touch me, uh |
I get this shit right through custies, uh |
I gave her some dick, now she love me |
I ain’t had not a dub not in my pocket back when them bitches dubbed me |
Now I’m in the club, snub in my pocket |
Tell the bouncer not to bump me |
But fuck 'em, I don’t love 'em |
I don’t chase 'em, duck 'em, replace 'em |
In the bank, cupid shuffle, Goyard duffel |
Yeah |
I don’t love 'em, I don’t chase 'em, I duck 'em |
(Never) |
Yeah |
I don’t love 'em, I don’t chase 'em, I duck 'em |
Yeah |
Hahaha |
Yeah, that shit hard |
Ay, shawty lookin' at me like she know somethin', ay ay |
Came and gave me brain now I know somethin' (Look look) |
Cops question me, think I know somethin' |
But I don’t know nothin' even when I know somethin' |
You know somethin'? |
Errybody know somethin' |
But before I talk, a Yes Man’ll know somethin' (Yeah) |
Rap didn’t work, nigga, just know somethin' (Just know) |
I’d be robbing son, could know somethin' (On God) |
Gotta thank God he musta knew somethin' (Bless) |
Everyday these kids need a new somethin' (Facts) |
Can’t even pronounce it, it’s a new somethin' (What?) |
My old hoes like, «You actin' new or somethin'?"(That's hard) |