Mayday – Chase B lyrics

Lyrics Mayday – Chase B

Mayday lyrics
I am going dumb in a moshpit
If I’m out in the crowd I lost it
I can’t close my eyelids
Why? ‘Cause a young n***a off it (Uh)
I got the message like a prophet
I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
I got the message like a prophet
Last year made a big profit
Big bands put it in my wallet
Smoking this gas got me coughing (Yessir)
You can talk that bad put you in a casket or a coffin (B***h b***h)
Yeah (yeah) it’s a motherfucking stick up (B***h)
Put your hands up or get hit up
I grew up a bad n***a

Section 8 be in the projects I was in the parks with the hittas (Hittas)
Now I count bands count figures
You don’t f**k with Sheck Wes? Get the fingers (B***h!)
This not a ho like Mike (Yes) this not a ho like wizard (Wizard)
My youngin’ heart cold like December (B***h)
Streets done turned me to a killer (Killer)

The car panoramic all white coupe and Klan it
I got in her panties I didn’t even get it
The new one is Spanish I hop out the coupe
Gave her right to her grannie I don’t do the bogus
Ain’t tryna expose her I don’t even be telling her
If I call it I don’t even know it
So sorry I am sorry I thougth that you fucked him
I owe you for life yeah and you know the score
I hop off the jet I hop on a boat
I’m smokin’ biscotti it’s makin’ me choke
I hop out of parties and air out the parties
I’m drinkin’ red I don’t want no Bacardi
When I keep the kids you look so sorted
You look like you have a good time with your buddies
I know that you need it little break and they fussin’
When she gets the open shoot it outta the buckey
We just need a nanny I go Randy Savage
I gave ‘way the Rollie the AP is medic
Got Daytonas brightless got skeletons added
The s**t don’t look average I like how it setted
I’m checking the static I’m checking the settings
This b***h ’round my neck he might cook it my Patek
I’m hungry as f**k ’bout to eat out the carrot
I got the biggest body inside of the valley
I’m next to John Wall I could throw him an alley
Rent the plate boy I’m matchin’ this ..
I put on some ice now I’m cool as an addict
I know how to fold they took all my cash in
I knew how to fish I knew that I’m rich
I pour the eight in a Sierra Mist
Ran up some M’s I’m don’t need a lick
Heard she was gon’ go down I don’t see that b***h

I’m going dumb in a moshpit (B***h!)
If I’m out in the crowd I lost it (Yeah)
I can’t close my eyelids (Yeah)
Why? ‘Cause a young n***a off it (Yeah)
I got the message like a prophet
I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
I got the message like a prophet (Uh)
Last year made a big profit (Yeah)
Big bands put it in my wallet (Uh)
Smoking this gas got me coughing (Yessir)
You can talk that bad put you in a casket or a coffin (B***h b***h)
Yeah (yeah) it’s a motherfucking stick up (B***h)
Put your hands up or get hit up (Uh)
I grew up a bad niggaaa

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