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letra de nana - chance the rapper feat. action bronson

na, na, na, na, na, na
na, na, na, na, na, na
na, na, na, na, na, na

introducin’ chance the ruthless, trip ‘shrooms and lucy
dreams is lucid, loosely based on music, swallow my mucus
hope your p-ssy get herpes and yo’ -ss get lupus
deuces douches, deuce, deuce i’ll shoot ya (bang)
shoes might boot cha and a suit might suit cha’
they be on bullsh-t but they really don’t do sh-t
the use of illusion, could confuse confuscius
nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing, ’til my voice get raspy
last week suspended, last night kissed va$htie
parleyed with ashley, always in the hallway
so i never been cl-ssy (hahaha)
shut up

na, na, na, na, na, na
na, na, na, na, na, na
na, na, na, na, na, na
(aah, aah, aah, aah!)

acid acid, get it? acid
melts through plastic, i spit fired
pad my palette, talkin’ paper
if this was work, i’d get higher-ed
pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered
fart and get b-tch-slapped, like bourbon mixed with jack
lickety-split, lickety-slipped on a sh-ll
from peelin’ banana-split backs, give me my kit-kat
don’t break me off sh-t, batch, fack is you mean b-tch?
xan with that lean b-tch, zan with that lean b-tch
zen with that chakra, i eat it like idi amin
ya know what i mean, hit me back when that mean sh-t (shut up)

na, na, na, na, na, na
na, na, na, na, na, na
na, na, na, na, na, na
(aah, aah, aah, aah!) now, now, now, now

introducin’, it’s bronsonlino
with my hair slicked back, i look like rick pitino
three j-panese dyk-s in my el camino (haha)
lettin’ trees blow, oh, i rep the east coast
i got a team of hoes like pat summit
i look like arnold schwarzenegger in a black hummer (get to the chopper)
i splash summer like a fast brother, with a number on his back
ain’t no fumblin’, in fact, i’m back, acid in my hat
shoot then p-ss the gat, it’s at the bottom of the river in a plastic bag
my new shawty got a gymnastic back
eighty seven emerald green on a cl-ssic jag, uh
she had the cleft palate, i ordered chef’s salad (okay)
she had the club foot (what else?), with that little arm (hahaha)
i couldn’t help but laugh, she ordered chicken parm
i had the full bulls warm-up with the pippens on, it’s me

(ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne)
suck my motherf-cking d-ck, it’s the young randy velarde
queens, baby (ah, ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne)

- chance the rapper feat action bronson

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