letra de harris teeter freestyle - hooligan chase
i’m off the leash, and i’m foaming at the mouth
let me eat, at the beach
girls apply that spf down to my feet
c’est la vie
veggie platters, this mimosa super sweet
sucking t–th, once i give it go ahead and you can speak
this a smackdown, friday nights at 8
put my hands up, it’s a pack down
[?] who’s that talking in the background?
don’t you say it’s chase
only time i’m saving faces, when i tell her she can suck my d-ck later
yeah my shoes is alligator, blacked out lincoln navigator
pockets on that ac slater, you gon’ need your calculator
she was just a hot potato, dip and tipper to the waiter
in the valley, back with allie, casper, [?], [?] and skaters
h-lla sh-t to celebrate, we gon’ post some bottles up
this ain’t social media, but all these hoes won’t follow us
alex told me get him, so i got him, ain’t no problem bruh
don’t bring up no past relations, you might gig a fossil up (dumbass)
ct giving out buckets, every ig pic she blushes
ct [?], you and your squad just muggers
ct come with that ruckus, pull a few strings on [?]
ct [?], give a girl d-ck, no buckets
make that right on sunset, you might see sum’
f-ck that neighborhood, just go and be sum’
say she don’t like rappers, bet she wanna meet one though
he was sippin’ 40 ounces, smoking [?] trunks, ho
you know chase
i been new him way back at penny rose, sh-t no way
he was bucktooth wiping boogers on his clothes, punch his face
catch that attitude, but just don’t slam my door
sausage gumbo, soup and crackers, it was [?]
high school they hated, wish they was half as creative
i would never give no b-tch a ring, but when we f-cked i debated
now place your bets on a favorite, my bad i felt obligated
to show two chicks my location and then i patiently waited
i go cujo on the town till you slide me my bowl of kibble
turn the tables, then i pivot, you think i picked up my dribble
lollygagging all through practice, cause f-ck it, that’s ish cabibble
sign some sh-t for your lil’ cousin, my signature’s just a scribble
b-tch i’m ebeneezer
i eat h-lla caesar salads with the spinach dip n pita
i got susan’s, edie’s, ain’t you seen my eva
couple eaters? i walk out with bags like i left harris t–ter
mr. weaver, won’t you feel my head, i guess she got a fever
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- cairokee › letra de feen ana - cairokee
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