Chance The Rapper - Favorite Song (feat. Childish Gambino) Lyrics
[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker*****y khaki jacket jackerSlap-happy faggot slapperIraqi rocket launcherShake that Laffy Taffy, jolly raunchy rapperDang, dang, dang - skeet, skeet, skeetShe do that thing for three retweetsThe album feel like '92Then take that bomb for Heat, three-peatChance, ho, I said, cruising on that LSDAsk yourself about my dealYou'll go batshit - "hell yeah, let's eat!"[Hook:]This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the wordsBut I still ***** with you, you just ain't never heardIt go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that JackAll my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies 'bout that bagThis my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jamI'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jamThis my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jamI'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***** all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobatBack-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of JackEnforce the weed, I'm back to pack on handsWith young Cletus to pat my backReal nigga with a nose ring, that's rightJust here to rap them songsRag on my hair wrap, weed in Vegas, rockin' VagabondsSang a song, oh you don't know? What?Well, I still bang with youHang with you, sip drank with youAs long as I can sang with you like:[Hook][Verse 3: Childish Gambino]Niggas please be focused - that 'Bino, you know thisHe rep the home of Sosas, you know I'm from that Zone 6You know I rep that Stone shit, you know your 'hood is so clitAs God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real shitI'm a be that - CG busy gettin', where the weed at?Bought your girl some new kneepadsYou're *****in' with the Fifi bagMy stars, egad, she said: "this my favorite song""Hold my purse" - now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hotYou blast this shit in Abercrombie when your work is finishedYour mom won't play it in the car cause it's got cursing in itYour boy like: "I'm the one who showed you, " he want his percentageCause you were like: "this ain't the nigga you said spittin', is it?"Two-step - white dude's Harlem ShakeWhy you laughing? Cause you Harlem Shake?I was never fake, I was just too good to be trueThat's acid rap, we killed the trackYou had your chance, and 'Bino too[Hook]
