Текст hooligan chase – dinner plate
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And I ain’t even just like that, I just did that shit to be cool, bitch. (What to read tonight?)
Real hooligan shit, you said what? (What to read tonight?)
Real hooligan shit, real hooligan shit (hold up)
I said real hooligan shit, real hooligan shit (I’don even care)
Real hooligan shit ay, real hooligan shit…
Ay, this that Xan flow
Don’t know who I am flow
All I want a thick ass booty in my hands tho
Hop in the back (shit)
Ain’t no room?
Damn I need plans ho
Hop in the trunk
Sorry baby, you missin’ out
‘Cause up in the front, we smokin’ the skunk
(Wait, he said what?)
Thick bitch, thick bitch, thick bitch
All I want in life is a fuckin’ thick bitch (ay)
I might wife a ho just for presents on christmas (ay)
My dick be off she give me t-pain, kiss kiss
(Shut the fuck up)
But I ain’t with that lovey dovey
She say «We can smoke in my backyard, and you can be my hubby!»
Bitch I just copped these shoes, ain’t no way they gettin muddy
Tell yo ‘body I’m here for you, ain’t no way that I’m yo hubby (What the hell?)
Momma used to walk up in my room like «what’s that smell?»
What you think she woulda said if I said I been tokin’ L’s?
Got a hipster bitch who send me naked pictures in the mail
Know I ain’t never fucked with class, I was high as a bitch
Goofy gigglin’ off my ass
I’m a teenage nuclear bomb
Boy you crazy, he might shoot up yo mom (oh)
I’m eatin’ breakfast, on moms. (oh)
I’m Sandra Bullock, (oh yeah)
If the door say push, I pull it (oh yeah)
Talk, I wish you wouldn’t
Ain’t no need to shout, bruh
Ain’t this weed loud, no?
I ain’t even ’bout bucks, (ay)
Honestly just ’bout drugs. (ay)
Bitch, my dick was just how I want it
Where your mouth was
Ay, LSD pallets
You should know just how we rockin’
I ain’t opening up my door ’cause I don’t know you, you ain’t poppin’
Just be smokin’ dope and goin’ through these hoes, I got a problem
Can’t remember if I dropped it in my drink
I hope it’s out the bottle
But you should know by now that I be on some drugs
And I don’t plan to come down soon
If you fuck up the vibes
Then your ass gotta go
‘Cause we don’t wanna be ’round you
Ayo I’m geeked, I’m geeked, I’m geeked
I don’t remember yo name
Shawty can’t even remember last week
Watching Boomerang with my big ass pupils
Girl, I know you think you slick but you can’t jiggle dat past me (ayy)
These beans, momma never put up on your dinner plate
These beans, just gonna make the fucks you give disintegrate
Green beans, all dat momma put up on my plate
And you know I eat my veggies (What to read tonight?)
Ay, shut up Angie
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Boy, I can’t even sing right now
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On my dinner plate
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Ay, bitch, haaa haha ha
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