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Versuri Chance the Rapper & BabyChiefDoit – Drapetomania lyrics

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Back and bigger, I straight up told that pig he can’t make me do nothing but die
So much money in one pocket it look like I pimp cus I limp and I lean to one side
One more time for the hood princess, with the prettiest smile, sipping Henny on Live
Big ol’ booty with some lil’ ass panties, talkin’ bout some „Fendi only sent me one size”
I got a nine with no serial number, I call it playin’ hard to get
Got a high-point I call hard to find, and an MK12 called hard to miss
Dressed for the club
Ratchet on me, gotta have it on me like it’s tatted on me
Lotta girls get too drunk in the club, get to kissin’ on me, get to grabbin’ on me
Everybody crazy, so I play crazy and don’t nobody wanna play no more
She said talk to me crazy
I said (babbling) and she said say no more
She said lift me up, lay her back, put her back on the bed, let me clutch on your hands
One more chance, put your face in the cab for an hour, do the Rush Hour dance

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

[Verse 2: BabyChiefDoIt]
I met a bad bitch off Instagram, she catfished me, but I still went crazy
Nobody fuckin’ with me my age or older, I’mma be one of the greatest
Don’t text me sayin’ „We gotta work”, I don’t really wanna talk
Fuck you, pay me
[?] said „don’t hit, she dirty”, but it’s too late, I already ate it
Now I gotta live with that
I said I was done, but I’m back in the Raq
‘Cus I just found out that my dog was a cat
Free all the opps and free all the guys
It’s fuck all the pigs and kill all the rats
Nigga my gat go rat-tat-tat
Nigga fat, nigga fall flat on his back
We’ll turn a nigga to a baseball cap
[?] like crack cocaine
She could suck a mean dick but ain’t got no brain
Tap my fully and let it go stupid
Somebody dying on me, no aim
Niggas is dyin’ ‘cus niggas is dyin’, these dumb ass folks still blaming the game
She keep telling me make it rain
I ain’t got no cash, so I threw change
X’s and O’s, smooches and hoes, you gotta live life like tic tac toe
No talkin’, come through, click-clack blow!
He duckin’ him, rollin’ all over the floor
[?] him soon as I walked through the door
She aggy, please come get this hoe
Make a bad bitch treat me like a king, feed me grapes and kiss my toes
Bitch

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy

[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]
Tiffany thing in a blue box
401K in a shoe box
Her favorite rapper named 2Pac
Love 2Pac cus he shot two cops
I got a 9 millimeter called Thug Life
I got a new chain it say: „FUCK ICE”
My diamonds do go crazy, my girl say „you so crazy”
The bullshit rules don’t phase me
The bitches and hoes gone love me, the niggas that’s hoes gone hate me
Said lift me up, hit her back when you back in the Raq, going back in the land
One more chance, put your face in the cab for an hour, do the Rush Hour dance

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy