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letra de birthday! - hooligan chase

[intro]
sh-t
ask that b-tch i’ll hit the store, haha

[verse]
i had a good day!
they told me i’m weird as f-ck, that’s what they would say!
woah, all up in my ear with that
chase why you do this! and that
chase why you do that!
hit the blunt you should relax
god d-mn!
i’m a rude boy, slap you outcho’ shoes boy
me no got one hoe, me upgraded, me went to two, boy
you gon’ walk the plank, you tryna dance around me lewd boy
wristy on my gucci amy (?) blunt be full of booth, boy
zippy hoes, zippy -ss, zippy dope
pippy cash (?)
zippy dough, it be cash
it be hoes, who be mad
hit me bro, get me back
tippy toe, do the dash
f-ck yo goals, f-ck a cl-ss
b-tch i’m flexin’
(pew pew pew pew pew pew!)
my d-ck bust like smith ‘n’ wesson (it do!)
kim be on me kiss yo b-tch be kanye wessin’ (kimmy got d-mn)
that’s my salad i won’t let n-body ‘dress it (nono noo)
shawty sneezin’, i love all my hoes, they blesses
(achoo!)
tweedle dumb, tweedle dee
lil blunts, lil weed
brought a gun to the beach (aw, yeah)
cause they some crab -ss hoes, (yup)
and some crab -ss b-tches (oh, yeah)
type to call you dad and cop a nickleback -ss b-tches (got nickle)
got a gogurt round ‘me neck
got my baby through the way
if you see me in the flesh i’m in chase world
(do not approach)
back that -ss up, i’m impressed
i ain’t never p-ssed no test (nope!)
if i wife her up she better be a sp-ce girl
f-ck what they say, i’m goofy as h-ll (godd-mn)
bought some drugs with birthday money
grammy sent in the mail
i got hoes on my d-ck
pro’ fall if ya slip
beatin’ hoes, that’s the sh-t
hit the store for the chips
all my folks say
“boy, you ain’t livin to well”
f-ck you mean? i’m feelin t-tties like i’m readin ‘em braille (is that so?)
gotta go, let me dip
stone cold stun ya b-tch
honey mustard on yo b-tch
frozen custard on the wrist
ohh, you poppin’
you in the food court but don’t do no shoppin’
you smokin’ reggie, you coughin’
still pokin’ hoes on facebook, you need to stop it
i smokin’ cooties, freshed squeezed lemonade when i squeeze dat booty (that booty)
and i can’t forget the b–bies
loud patch gen-er-al, reporting for duty (sir, yes sir)
fresh out dat landing strip (i’m back, b-tch)
ay, where my manners b-tch? (where?)
hannah montana sh-t (ay)
(p-ss the f-ckin’ blunt, stop talkin’)
thing one, thing two, bean one, bean two
suck me like i’m dr. suess, ooh (green eggs and ham)
i remember back in third grade (little boy)
i was copin’ kush, you copin’ dirt grade (ooh)
and how i hit the mall up on a thursday (i run through dat sh-t)
‘cause they felt it’s my birthday (where the f-ck my cake)

[outro]
ha
ay, this one, and that one, and that one, and this one, ha
uh uh uuh
ay, shouts out to whales
you know, sperm whales, orca whales, humpback whales, you know what i’m sayin’?
ha, shouts out

- hooligan chase

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