Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chaos, artist - Rich Brian. Date of issue: 04.10.2017
Song language: English
Chaos |
| Yeah, happy birthday to me |
| I’m 18 now |
| And women can legally have sex with me |
| Shout out Based God |
| I’ll be riding right down Melrose with a thickie main, bro |
| Sittin' on my lap, but she just tryna be my friend, though |
| Bumping on the XO, so when I’m bout' to call my ex hoe |
| Mommy, daddy home, I barely see them like a rainbow |
| You can’t get rid of me |
| I ain’t going nowhere |
| And I’m always multiplying like I always fornicate |
| Cake, cake up on this belt, the day I landed in the States |
| Two on one, take all day |
| And I’m just spittin' out the maze (maze) |
| She like sippin' outta a mason jar |
| She a hippy, she gon' suck for some granola bars |
| Let the freaky got me curious like I’m on Mars |
| Saying, I forgot my roots, Goddamn, you went too far |
| Aye, then you went too far |
| Got these people all around me, man, they treat me like a star |
| Dressed like I don’t give a damn, but I’ll be ballin' like LaVar |
| Got to wait about three years, until I could go to the bar |
| Damn, make all my own shit |
| I get all the profits |
| If you actin' lazy, then do not expect your props, bitch |
| Movin' with the tactics, got girls on all my fabrics |
| Go ham on the mic, just like I’m sitting in the cockpit, aye |
| Used to hate the camera, now your boy’s a natural |
| Now your boy is on the road two months and I’mma get the dough |
| Try to put me in a box |
| I’ll go always break the lock |
| Call me D-Wayne, 'cause she licking on my Johnson like The Rock |
| Oh my God, man, his voice so deep |
| I thought he was 21 plus |
| Why he be so clean? |
| Wanna let him spank on my bump |
| He just turned 18 |
| But for him, I catch a case, damn (holding up) |
| Aye, that was the sound of yo' bitch |
| And everybody, that heard, what I did |
| I don’t like being so ignorant, but you gonna make me go back to my bullshit |
| again |
| I’ll be riding right down Melrose with a thickie main, bro |
| Sittin' on my lap', but she just tryna be my friend, though |
| Bumping on the XO, so when I’m bout to call my ex hoe |
| Mommy, daddy home, I barely see them like a rainbow |