Текст песни Favorite Song - Chance the Rapper , Childish Gambino
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!"
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
And
fourths
of
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
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
as
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...
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