Chance The Rapper – Favorite Song (feat. Childish Gambino) lyrics

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker
Cocky khaki jacket jacker
Slap-happy faggot slapper
Iraqi 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, ho, I said, cruising on that LSD
Ask yourself about my deal
You’ll go batshit – “hell yeah, let’s eat!”

[Hook:]
This shit my favorite 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 zan, and all my ladies ’bout that bag
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, 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, I’m bout that jam

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
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 Cletus to pat my back
Real nigga with a nose ring, that’s right
Just here to rap them songs
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
Hang with you, sip drank with you
As long as I can sang with you like:

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Niggas please be focused – that ‘Bino, you know this
He rep the home of Sosas, you know I’m from that Zone 6
You know I rep that Stone shit, you know your ‘hood is so clit
As God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit
I’m a be that – CG busy gettin’, where the weed at?
Bought your girl some new kneepads
You’re fuckin’ with the Fifi bag
My stars, egad, she said: “this my favorite 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

[Hook]

Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz – Big Dope lyrics

[Intro]
Murda on tha beat so it’s not nice

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
I remember niggas hated on me back when I was broke
Now they lookin’ up to me so high they need a telescope
Fuck that bitch one time and kick her out ’cause she a petty ho
I might fuck his bitch, she lick it up just like a envelope (just like a envelope)
And I’m smokin’ gas ’cause it keep me grounded to the floor (to the floor)
Niggas used to laugh but now they see me and they always joke (always joke)
I’ma do this for my niggas and my family on my soul (on my soul)
I can’t trust nobody, when I sleep you know I keep a pole (I can’t trust nobody)
And shawty wanna fuck ’cause I got bands and she know I got O’s (I got O’s)
Told my momma, yeah don’t worry, yeah I got this, take it slow
Smokin’ on gelato, see these niggas smoke oregano (oregano)
Need a penthouse by the clouds so high that I can’t see the floor (huh)
And I’m on go mode
Everything I do is for my gang though (Lil Purpp)
Niggas switchin’ on me but I know that it’s the gang though (gang though)
So I watch ’em closely, keep ’em on my fuckin’ ratio

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Aye, I smoke big dope
Shawty wanna fuck ’cause I got good blow
Aye, I smoke big dope (Lil Purpp)
Shawty wanna fuck ’cause I got good blow (yuh)
Aye, I smoke big dope
I smoke big dope
I smoke big dope (yuh)
Aye, I smoke big dope (big dope)
I smoke big dope (big dope)
I smoke big dope

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
I just pulled up on a nigga
Choppa poppin’ like a Harlem Shake
Big drum, it’s gonna eat a nigga like a double steak
I just called my main ho and I told that bitch I need a break (need a break)
My niggas hittin’ licks, they really out here tryna’ make some shake
Ooh, aye, lil’ bitch makin’ moves (huh)
I was bustin’ pieces in LA, just tryna make a move (make a move)
Huh, aye and my Gucci shoes
Foreign bitch she with me and she only rock the Christian Loubs

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Aye, I smoke big dope
Shawty wanna fuck ’cause I got good blow
Aye, I smoke big dope (Lil Purpp)
Shawty wanna fuck ’cause I got good blow (yuh)
Aye, I smoke big dope
I smoke big dope
I smoke big dope (yuh)
Aye, I smoke big dope (big dope)
I smoke big dope (big dope)
I smoke big dope