Peter CottonTale

"Favorite Song"

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker
c*cky khaki jacket jacker
Slap-happy faggot slapper, bah-bah
Iraqi 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
Now take that ball 'fore he three-peat

Chance, ho, acid, cruising on that LSD
Asked Joseph about my deal
He looked back said, "Hell yeah, let's eat"


[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
This sh*t my favorite song, you just don't know the words
But I still f**k with you, you just ain't never heard
It go like, count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack
All my n***as hit that xan, and all my ladies bob that back
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, 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, I'm bout that jam

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
Young Rascal Flatts, young ass kid ass could rap
f**k 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 Cletus to pat my back

Real n***a with a nose ring, that's right
Just here to rap them songs

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
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