Lyrics:
know the vibes
In the bedroom, shorty actin' like she shy
Actin real bougie, but that booty is a beauty
When im backing out the toolie, Shawty we gone
Bitch you're really basic
You got dreams?
Don't chase it
Drinking bottles by the day
I don't really need to chase shit
You is chilling with me now
lights
You'd pull my fucking understudy by the fall time
That little fuck up in your guts was trying to mimick me
So why'd the credits even show his name
no sense in going making it all political
Yeah, your effort is minimal
Akin to a decimal
I'm thinking yourself is what you should invest in more
Yeah,
of the Dixie Chicks
C'mon baby, let er rip!
Here's a love song in denim
For the co-ow-boy in you
A love song in denim
Yippee cay-ay-o
I'd like to spend the day
dough
Fake niggas, all they do is chase hoes
Real niggas always get dat ass flowed
(So, I tell a bitch)
[verse 2]
Hop on da pole, do ya little dance
I'ma
to call it
Actavis flowing like a faucet, 40's my precaution
Don't know who can't afford to take a trip when they get bored
Keep they chick in Michael
the thrill of the chase
All for the thrill of the road
All for the love of the game
All for the pride
It's in the design
I bag it and throw it away
Im in for
talking bout No Doubt
I can't think of shit to do
My brain is on a fucking drought
If you're in my yard
You get splat by my sawed off
Talking bout it's just
all this liquor is replacing
Every single demon, I be keeping in my basement
All the feelings that I stash, I'll be faded in a flash
Sipping Bourbon,
mama might see you in some prison gear
Gotta be a model civilian
And get your name printed on a bottle full of pills and
Spill your guts into a dixie
by my timing, the games all mine
My business acumen, like right now
I'm getting organised in these moments
These rhymes potent
I think we were chosen
don't love them hoes, let's get this money
He got a main chick, been with her for a while
Love making, and making out
His fellas' in his ear, "You
Fill it, drill it, pray I don't miss it
Chase it, swing it, ching it
How many opps have Sus left swimming?
K's and attempted killings
I get a thrill
in Michael Kors, wake up in designer stores
Infiniti trucks be pulling up, Louis luggage on the floor
Ain't being searched by TSA, private jets we
the meaning of life?
(In my lifetime)
I like the bass with the ass, splashin' cold cash (uh)
The Big Willie get you chilly when I pass
Is it just
Leaning on that bro hand
Flame dump like a co-tail with my name on it
Another day in Compton, the thrill is high
Know somebody's watching, but I don't
back this chick a yo yo
Is you fucking wit a nigga if I go broke
Heard you switched up but you did that for ya own goals
Heard you had somethin to say
notes
Life is a gamble, no casino, younging sipping Pinot
My chick walking in some Valentinos
Me, I'm more of a Nike head
Fresh to death so I might be
Yeah
Been had dreams I'mma chase
What made you think I'mma pace
Tunnel vision I ain't even seen all the hate
Ain't even gotta think I'm going in all
my mind blast
Everything on site, everything on brain
All I wanna do is make a little change like
How I smoke flower by the hour to write sour raps
(ya)
Is the Jungle Brothers (yeah)
On a black piece of wax (yeah)
My name is Mike G (uh huh)
On the mix is Sammy B
First in line to kick the rhyme,
chick, then trade that bitch in!
Mannie: Get you a dime, that's how you do the damn thing friend...
Lac: If your diamonds ain't shining up, then put that
gone
He made a break for the car and now the chase is on
Rollin up the Avenue high speed chase, yes
Caddy was back but my Benz was in his face
Left
Discuss these thrill is in the chase by dixie chicks Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In