Chance the Rapper – Let’s Go on the Run Lyrics

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[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh,  ooh

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Hey  there, lovely sister
Won’t you come home to your mister?
I’ve got plans to hug and kiss ya
I’ve  got plans to hug and hug and hug you
Let’s  go on the run (Ooh, ooh)
Let’s go on the run
It’s  time to hit the road
We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Greaseproof, meep-meep, I feel like Road Runner
I get my feet loose
I  got that Superman hidden under my jean suit
Sittin’, just waitin’ for Lois to wanna leave too, me too
I swear we gotta get away anywhere that we can
Just meet me by the water, I’ll be there with the sand
And if it goes left, that’s according to plan
Sometimes you gotta chuck the wagon off at the bend

[Verse 2: Knox Fortune]
She broke up with her boyfriend
The people wanna know what he said
They wanna know the way how
You can break her heart like that
Do you know I could see someone with personality?
Someone who doesn’t think like me
Someone who doesn’t feel like me
I wanna run away now
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
I wanna run away now
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
(Check, check, check)
Ch-Check it out

[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]
Baby, we dippin’, tell me who’s whippin’
Let’s beat the traffic, give it a whippin’
These niggas lame
They think they different
With all that extra ass advice but don’t nobody listen
Baby, I’ll keep it in ice but we don’t need a tip in
That’s why you passed on open mic when I was only pimpin’
I say we move down to Atlanta, get a big ol’ house
With a giant pair of Timbs just to kick folks out
Get outta here
Ain’t nobody talkin’ to you (Ooh, ooh)
And be unbothered (Ooh, ooh)
And be unbothered
We’ll move farther and farther and farther away (Yeah)

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Hey there, lovely sister
Won’t you come home to your mister?
I’ve got plans to hug and kiss ya
I’ve got plans to hug and hug and hug you
Let’s go on the run (Ooh, ooh)
Let’s go on the run
It’s time to hit the road
We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh)

[Bridge: Chance the Rapper]
(Ooh)
Ooh, ooh

[Verse 4: Chance the Rapper]
Don’t hyperventilate
Keep the lyric cool like Cole Bennett Lemonade
The boy got aluminum foil on his dinner plate
Lot of matcha and lattes when it’s gettin’ late
The mattress just can’t inflate
Walk out like a zombie from the stu’ and assimilate
Humans to simulate
Went into the bed close the lights and dim the drapes
Always Matt Damon when you come Jimmy Kimmel late
Tryna fill the shoes Nick Cannon wear, rental skates
Piss like urinal cakes
I’m ready, I’m finna take the long ride home like the end of a limo date
Rolled the window down so hard that the window break
And toss out my demo tape

[Outro]
Ooh, ooh

Jay IDK – Baby Scale

[Verse 1: IDK]
Baby Scale mean balance
The Gabby Douglas of rap
The conscience nigga that can teach on trap
The one that everybody saying sound like this or that
But more or less, number one when I piss on tracks
I’m here, got my hand up in a class full of dummies
It’s funny, back then they ain’t want me
Now they still don’t want me, its funny
I’m still in the race with your major label signee
So I don’t need a TIP my attitude been on Tiny
You been origami
You been folding, filling your folders up
But still sleep I’m just scolding my eyes is never shut
Shut the fuck up, I fuck up a cup, I fuck up a check
And if you fuck with me then you know who that I’m fucking up next (You)
The best new nigga just clocked in, ching-ching
Nine out of ten new rappers, doo-doo rappers
They say lyrics ain’t cool no more, I’m like sheesh
I guess after this shit drop I’m might peace (Bye)
Deuces up with a deuce-deuce in my boot
I’ll never call it truce, I boom boom and then reply oops
I play the flute while you play your position
If your position is snake, I know when the playing finished
I know when the aim is different
I been shooting for stars
You just shooting for the money
I’m aiming to hit the hearts, flatline
I’m here to straighten all these rappers up, flat iron
They counted me out before we even hit halftime

[Interlude: IDK & Yung Gleesh]
HA! Run that shit from the top
Fuck they talkin bout. Ay Lo (kill moe) get me right
Gleetchie, shit bag shawty and all that there mane
Cleansides finest, turn the music up
30 thousands dollars, been had it, been snatching, been crabbing
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
Fuck what you talkin bout
Fuck what you talkin bout
Fuck what you talkin bout
Fuck what you talkin bout

[Verse 2]
I got the shotty mouth
I gotta chalk em out
I get my nigga Gleesh, he gonna stomp ’em out
Use to like love and peace, I like destruction now
I was in love wit her, we just be fucking now
Say you got work but I guess it ain’t working now
Say you got plugs, well I guess that the circuit out
I just be telling the truth, fuck the purpin’ out
Any you niggas want beef then I’m servin’ out
Steak
Free smoke, free smoke (Aye)
Repo, repo (Aye)
They take yo chain, take yo watch, take your car take house and yo hoe (Aye)
Where I’m from they don’t play (Yea)
Hit a lick around the way (Yea)
They rob ya momma, kill yo mans, shop at Costco all the same day
That’s the mentality
Them niggas be wildin’ out
That shit is sad to me
But that’s the reality
So that’s why I don’t give a fuck if a rap nigga mad at me
I shed a tear and I blame it on allergies
Mama just died and I claim it don’t damage me
Meanwhile, emotions is breaking the man in me
Try to throw shade and I’m breaking your canopy
I’m best rapper
Where I’m from nigga
Far as I’m concerned
NOOOO body better
Fuck yo analytics
Fuck a stream, fuck a team
I can walk a balance beam while I sing
Juggle, spit a 16 and be humble
Struggled 2015, now I’m leveled
Even at the top level, I don’t settle
Working off the late night, Jimmy Kimmel
Just to be on Jimmy Kimmel
I’m tryna put everybody on
But I’m put on myself first
I gotta give up my self-worth
I gotta filter the love and thirst
Niggas be thinking the love is real
You gotta pop 20 Xanny pills
Just to probably know how a nigga feels
I don’t feel shit
If yo ass ain’t a friend to me
Free flock, screaming STP
Rest In Peace
Falling off nigga that be the death of me
Everyone can get it, everyone a critic
When you this high, everyone one a midget
2010 yea, J. Cole said it
Mama lookin’ down, praying for a nigga
Next 30 days, Jay gone get it
Gone

I get the bag – Gucci Mane feat. Migos lyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – I get the bag

Yeah!
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got a*s, and she gon’ f*ck up a bag
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash
In Italy, got two foreign h**s, they DM me
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek.

Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
Them niggas that f*cks in the bed don’t say nothin them niggas will kill for me
Backends I got ’em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)
B***h I’m a dog, give my treat
Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
I put them bricks in the Phantom, my b***h she walk around like she Kris Jenner
I used to break in the ..
Then Takeoff run ’em like the game of temple
It’s simple, I play with the mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
Canada ’cause I’m a ..
Walking with the racks I’m looking crippled (money!)
f*ck on that b***h then I tip her (tip her!)
A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
Not from L.A. but I clip her
Double my cup, pour a triple
Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
I’m not your average or typical (I’m not your)
Look at my wrist and it’s critical (look at the)
Hold it up, droppin’ the temperature (droppin’ the)
I get that bag on the regular
I got a bag on my cellular
Backing up, bagging up vegetables
Baggin’ up cookies, it’s medical (cookies!)
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
Cocaine and lean, it’s federal
I take off, landin’ on Nebula
.. 20 m’s on my schedule.

You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got a*s, and she gon’ f*ck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign h**s, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
(It’s Gucci!) versuri-lyrics.info
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek.

I know that you niggas get sick of me
These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
I won’t even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and ride to ..
I won’t even come out the house for free
I pay you nigga to drive for me.
..
I do what I want ‘cause I’m ..
I get the-I get the-I get the bag
They get the bag and cut it in half
.. makin’ me laugh neither we’ve
My dick did the cash
Convertible .., convertible ..
My dope got a vertical .. look at that house
And I jump out the pot came out the jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy baby.

You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got a*s, and she gon’ f*ck up a bag
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash
In Italy, got two foreign h**s, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleekkk.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video bag

Game – What Your Life Like (1992 Album) letras

[Verse 1]
Thank Dr. Dre for giving me a chance
Thank that big booty bitch Maliah for that freaky dance
She gave me last night
Jump in a ‘Rari
Pull up to her crib and hit that pussy like a crack pipe
I listen to Dipset, want Cam and Jim to squash it
But how can I say that when I ain’t made up with Fif yet?
I’m watching Power while I benchpress
Four plates on each side, maxed out, 6 reps
On my Drizzy Drake, yeah 6 reps
Rollie with the grizzly face
Mike Conley, is he straight?
Damn right he is
I got platinum and I violate niggas like Chris Lighty did
I make music for all my niggas locked up state
With Blac Chyna on they walls and now they seen a fuck face
Quarter million on the dresser, nigga what safe?
Trigger my alarm and you gon’ run into some duct tape

[Hook]
I’m still here, they said I wasn’t welcome
Came into the game and then everybody felt him
What your life like?
Mine’s bout getting money and bitches
64’s and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
What your life like?
Mines bout listening to Illmatic
In my grandmother’s attic tryna spit above average
What your life like?
Mines bout shedding tears when Pac died
Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
Nigga what your life like?
Nigga what your life like?
Tell me what your life like

[Verse 2]
I done have conversations with Timbo
Passed on a couple Pharrell and Swizz instrumentals
I done wore a two piece tux on Jimmy Kimmel
Then came to the hood and whopped your ass like I was Kimbo
I done lost 20 million on lawyer fees
But I’ma get it back when I sue Jimmy for my royalties
I done had Scott Storch recording me
Drove through Compton with the doors up, ain’t no ignorning me
I done took shots at Jay, I done took shots of ‘gnac
I done took shots for Cedar, five couldn’t drop me flat
RIP to Frog, RIP to Will
He was just as Ill as Will so I know how Nas feel
Nigga I’m the greatest
300 bars was like 15 minutes long, tell me how many times you played it
How many times you had your Documentary stolen and replaced it?
That’s that 5 million out the gate shit

[Hook]
I’m still here, they said I wasn’t welcome
Came into the game and then everybody felt him
What your life like?
Mine’s bout getting money and bitches
64’s and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
What your life like?
Mines bout listening to Illmatic
In my grandmother’s attic tryna spit above average
What your life like?
Mines bout shedding tears when Pac died
Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
Nigga what your life like?
Nigga what your life like?
Tell me what your life like
Tell me what your life like