INSTAGRAM SONG 8 By Chance The Rapper
I need a baby that gon’ eat and leave the dishes out
And try to mix the cereal and burn the kitchen down
She be workin’, she be twerkin’ when she sittin’ down
She like to purchase Venom Ranger with the Swiss accounts
Twenty-four golfin’, ’bout to save the dolphins
When I die I’ma need the all-white coffin
Handshake the login, cousin is a walk in
Hit the silent auction, kick that jit for talkin’
Got a girl that work for NASA and she said I’m a star
Got a girlfriend that’s a rapper and she set up this bar
Got a model, she don’t say ***, she just sat in my car
I try to leave her but I didn’t get far, a stupid joke
I know the pimpin’ business like that *** Bubba do the shrimpin’ business
We doin’ fitness, ***, my bedroom sound like women’s tennis
And it was necessary, that *** hereditary
If I ain’t really your daddy, talk to my secretary
Big Chano smokin’ cigarettes inside a grocery store
I got the sauce, I got the clout, I master Roshi flow
I watch ’em closely, can’t be turnin’ my back
I make ’em line up, take three times like my hat
Ooh, girl, I love you so
Told myself not to love these hoes
Told myself not to fall for these ***
But it’s hard to stop fallin’ when you trippin’ though
I’m pimpin’, though, and pimpin’ ain’t easy, but it’s necessary
I could feed eyes to a vegetarian
My main *** said she feelin’ secondary
Love you, worry ’bout yourself and not the other *** I’m tellin’, girl
I really wake up in the mornin’, look up in the mirror at Wayne
Told ’em, must’ve haven’t met another Tunechi yet
Man, hoppin’ off the private plane, lookin’ for the doja
I could choose to be a lotta things, I chose to be the chosen
Ain’t no simpin’, no, on this side
Try too hard or quit tryin’
She can’t let me go, I’m like a biplane
I told that ho, “If you gon’ be a ho, you better be a good ho
Be the best ho you could be, go get the bread for his toast”
Boy, I *** all of your hoes, you be spiralin’ your hoes
And the pimpin’ is dead, I hope she ain’t scared of ghost
I said, “Pimpin’ ain’t easy, but it’s necessary”
And ***, if you gon’ leave, you should’ve left already
Tunechi
When you was ridin’ around your town with your ho, bad
I was puttin’ diamonds on the sides of my Dolces
When you was ridin’ (Huh, huh)
When you was ridin’ (Yeah, right)
When you was ridin’ around your town with your ho, bad (Woah)
I was puttin’ diamonds on the sides of my Dolces
When you was ridin’ (Huh)
When you was ridin’
Do that [?] on my *** (Ah, ah)
Got my ***, it pours to Dubai for a kick (Ah, ah)
Twenty rings on my muhfuckin’ fist (Ah, ah)
Put my thumb in her butt so I guess I got ice on her ***, a-ha (Ah, ah)
Twenty *** out in that car like Big K.R.I.T. (Ah, ah)
I tell Chance the Rapper to put threes on my motherfuckin’ kids (Ah, ah)
Fed ’em the snake ’cause he was mothafuckin’ snitchin’ (Ah, ah)
This is with long shoestrings, it’s only time I’m trippin’ (Hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on)
This a historical moment
There wasn’t a rapper who didn’t want it
I’m at the top, I’m all alone, Macaulay Caulkin
I got a tall Brazilian *** I’m ridin’ with ponies
Don’t know about you, but only police is my opponents
I’m ’boutta put it to his head like Stoney
You might as well put some colorful clothes on, yeah
‘Cause the only thing we know you from is clonin’
If it got somethin’ to do with sellin’ *** we condone it
She gon’ throw it back, ping-pong it
Sellin’ *** dreams, yeah, I’m ownin’ it
Never keep it real with a ultimate
Only you know how far this could go
You knew
Stepped on a four leaf clover and I got paid like I was drunk and sober
But you knew
I need a baby that gon’ eat and leave the dishes out
And try to mix the cereal and burn the kitchen down
She be workin’, she be twerkin’ when she sittin’ down
She like to purchase Venom Ranger with the Swiss accounts
