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hooligan chase - chasecowboy lyrics
[intro]
(mhhhhhh)
(ay, i feel like rey mysterio in this b-tch, finna hit a 619 on the hoes)
(one time! follow me tho)
(yeah)
(shake that -ss ho)
(shake that -ss ho)
(what you say?)
(what you say?)
[verse]
ay, 10 fat b-tches in a mansion
b-tch i’m charles manson
hop up in that booth and throw a tantrum
yo momma think i’m handsome, she treat me like her grandson
sneak up in that p-ssy, she get f-cked by danny phantom (danny phantom)
young hooligan beat his meat (yup)
nut between her lips, it be hard for her to speak (yah)
then she take my d-ck and she start to brush her teeth (why?)
b-tches on my d-ck and off my d-ck ‘cause i’m a geek
f-ck a math cl-ss, b-tch, i’d rather grab -ss (true)
p-rnos and my pet turtle and my backpack (yah)
its called a backpack, not a f-ckin’ nap sack
imma slap yo -ss b-tch, tell me what the f-ck is that (yuh)
i be off some drugs, i be walkin’ round wobbly
said she wanted flowers, but i gave her marijuana leaves
they say if you gettin’ high, then do that sh-t responsibly (yuh)
b-tch, f-ck that sh-t, i do my life irresponsibly (yeah, yeah)
f-ck the whole world, slap a b-tch with a turkey leg (wow)
i’mma eat some waffles after that a couple percocets
need some good luck, finna rub on eddie murphy head
told her it’s my bedtime
“but it ain’t even 7:30 yet!”
(okay….?)
yeah…? but i’m tryna watch the looney tunes
if you still here, i’ll be lookin at yo b–bies, boo
f-ckin’ hate babies, i don’t wanna hear that goochie goo
i’mma wife ya auntie if her p-ssy smell like juicy fruit
tryna get a b-tch off, but i ain’t a lawyer (naw)
b-tch i’m broke as f-ck, b-mp my cigarettes for quarters (yuh)
fourth grade i caught p-ssy playin’ my recorder
call her suckleberry finn, ho, i feel like tom sawyer
i’m an alien, don’t compare me to them other guys
i’ll be in the backyard, smokin’, catchin’ b-tterflies
come in for a sandwich, then i sing yo son some lullabies
soon he fall asleep, i’ll be rubbin’ on his mother’s thighs
i dont trust b-tches like i don’t trust the government
i’m tryna turn my oven off, i don’t know where the b-tton is
i found it, take my dinner out, and smack her with the oven mitt
i can finally cross off “f-ck a midget” from my bucket list
momma told me clean my room
momma just ate some shrooms
slipped and dropped my brain
godd-mn, i think i need a broom
bring yo b-tch to evil doom
not before we leave the moon
kinda like her cheap perfume
someone p-ss the weed coc–n
[outro]
i don’t give a f-ck (give a f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck (give a f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck, naw
i don’t give a f-ck (give a f-ck)
i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck
(ahahahaha)
(and i got a f-ckin’ cold, b-tch)
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