Lyrics Chance The Rapper – Good Ass Intro
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Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid
Even better than I was the last time baby… Oh oh oh oh ooh
Yo we back
I’m good, so good
Verse 1:
Raps just make me anxious and acid made me crazy
Them squares just made me looser and that wax just made me lazy
And I still make this song, and I’m a make another
If you ever actually hit me, better watch out for my brother
Better bet I’d take that deal, gotta watch out for my mother
Get a watch with all that glitters, come in clutters, different colors
Ben A Baller, Benford, Butler’s, Chauffeur’s, hit a stain-er, did I stutter?
Did a ton of drugs and did better than all my Alma mater
Motherfucker money dance, hundreds zan, gotta lean
Make a joke bout Leno’s hair then piggy back on Fallon’s spleen
Balancing on sporadicity and fucking pure joy
Nightly searches for a bed and I just came off tour with Troy
But I can’t complain I got some motherfucking business
How many lab partners have I fucked since I got suspended?
Mr. Bennett, you done did it, you did it, you did it
You did a good ass job, you did a good ass job
And I’m good
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Verse 2:
Work, work, work, work, bang nigga, bang
Twerk, twerk, merge, swerve, Deng, pick a lane
Flip a bird; pigeon, plane, it’s a word, it’s a shame
But God I’m good, swear I couldn’t be better
Kicking dirt on the shirts of the lames
Keep my work out in Texas, that’s just me flexing my lungs
See them showing they teeth, that’s just them flapping they gums
If they bite and I’m snapping clap clap collapsing they lungs
Call me Chancellor The Rapper, please say «The Rapper»
Magical word (poof), please say ‘Kadabra
Replay the replays; Green Bay to Packers
Cremate your teammates and freebase the ashes
Matches to gas leaks, dusted dusk till dawn
It’s just us, and trust ya bottom bitch, my stuff the fucking bomb
I’m the motherfucking fucker, fuck a niggas fucking dumb
This your favorite fucking album and ain’t even fucking done
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