Favorite Song Lyrics - Acid Rap - Chance The Rapper

Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker 

Cocky khaki jacket jacker 

Slap-happy faggot slapper 

A Rocky rocket launcher 

Shake that laffy taffy, jolly raunchy rapper 

Dang, dang, dang - skeet, skeet, skeet 

She do that thing for three retweets 

The album feel like '92 

Then take that bomb for Heat, three-peat 

Chance, hoe, I said, cruising on that LA street 

Ask yourself about my deal 

You'll go bashit - "hell yeah, let's eat!" 

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This shit my favourite song, you just don't know the words 

But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard 

It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack 

All my niggas hit that zip, and all my ladies 'bout that, bitch 

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam 

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam... 

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam 

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam... 

Young Rascal Flatts - young ass kid ass could rap 

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat 

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of Jack 

Enforce the weed, I'm back to pack on hands 

With young Cleatus to pat my back 

Real nigga with a nose ring, that's right 

This here the RapDom song 

Rag on my hair wrap, weed in Vegas, rockin' Vagabonds 

Sang a song, oh you don't know? What? 

Well I still bang with you 

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Hang with you, sip drank with you 

As long as I can sang with you, like: 

This shit my favourite song, you just don't know the words 

But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard 

It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack 

All my niggas hit that zip, and all my ladies 'bout that, bitch 

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam 

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam... 

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam 

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam... 

Niggas please be focused - that 'Bino, you notice 

He rep the home of Sosas, you know I'm from that Zone 6 

You know I rep that strong shit, you know your 'hood is so clit 

As God is my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit 

I'mma be that - CG gettin' busy, where the weed at? 

Bought your girl some new kneepads 

You're fuckin' with the Fifi bag 

Mach stars, egad, she said: "this my favourite song" 

"Hold my purse" - now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hot 

You blast this shit in Abercrombie when your work is finished 

Your mom won't play it in the car 'cause it's got cursing in it 

Your boy like: "I'm the one who showed you he want his percentage" 

'Cause you were like: "this ain't the nigga you said spittin', is it?" 

Two-step - white dude's Harlem Shake 

Why you laughing? 'Cause you Harlem Shake? 

I was never fake, I was just too good to be true 

That's acid rap, we killed the track 

You had your chance, and 'Bino too 

This shit my favourite song, you just don't know the words 

But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard 

It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack 

All my niggas hit that zip, and all my ladies 'bout that, bitch 

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam 

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam... 

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam 

I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam...