favorite song

Chance acid rapper soccer hacky sacker
Cocky khaki jacket jacker
Slap-happy faggot slapper
Iraqi rocket 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
Youll go batshit
'hell yeah lets eat '
This shit my favorite song
You just dont know the words
But I still fuck with you
You just aint 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
Im bout that jam Im bout that jam
Im bout that jam Im bout that jam
This my jam this my jam this my jam this my jam
Im bout that jam Im bout that jam
Im bout that jam Im 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 Im back to pack on hands
With young Cletus to pat my back
Real nigga with a nose ring thats right
Just here to rap them songs
Rag on my hair wrap
Weed in Vegas rockin Vagabonds
Sang a song oh you dont 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 favorite song
You just dont know the words
But I still fuck with you
You just aint 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
Im bout that jam Im bout that jam
Im bout that jam Im bout that jam
This my jam this my jam this my jam this my jam
Im bout that jam Im bout that jam
Im bout that jam Im bout that jam
Yeah
Niggas please be focused
That Bino you know this
He rep the home of Sosas
You know Im 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
Im a be that
CG busy gettin where the weed at
Bought your girl some new kneepads
Youre fuckin with the Fifi bag
My stars egad she said:

'this my favorite song'
'Hold my purse'
Now she on the floor droppin like its hot
You blast this shit in Abercrombie
When your work is finished
Your mom wont play it in the car
Cause its got cursing in it
Your boy like: 'Im the one who showed you
'he want his percentage
Cause you were like:
'this aint the nigga you said spittin is it '

Two-step

White dudes Harlem Shake

Why you laughing Cause you Harlem Shake

I was never fake I was just too good to be true
Thats acid rap we killed the track
You had your chance and Bino too

This shit my favorite song
You just dont know the words
But I still fuck with you you just aint 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
Im bout that jam Im bout that jam
Im bout that jam Im bout that jam
This my jam this my jam this my jam this my jam
Im bout that jam Im bout that jam
Im bout that jam Im bout that jam