CASAMIGO CHASER

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Shit, man, yeah, yeah I'm like I hate a bitch, always askin' for some pape
Tell me why, did you say you real when niggas really fake
In the sky, boy that's where you stay if you come tryna play
She like why, did you lean me on if you ain't tryna stay

Shit, get up in your bag, make it happen, make a way
I'm on I-75 tryna make another play
I might look you in your eyes and f*ck your hoe but I ain't fake
I'm a lime green fiend and I'm slimy, I'm not snake, yeah
Let me take another break, yeah
Let me pour my other drink

Ain't no stoppin' in this whip, we hit the gas like where the break
Fifty condoms in the crib, a bitch can't tell me that she late
Man, I'm like the greatest , you don't want that late text
These niggas better go and cop a mag like it's safe sex
Why you steady talkin' what you had, boy that's lame shit
How the f*ck you cuffin' on a runner, boy that's gang bitch
Really, I've been ballin' every summer like I'm Cambridge
Lotta niggas Calvin, never showin' where your safe is

Casamigo Chaser, Hellcat racer
I set up shop in Indiana like the Pacers
I save them bitches in my phone by they flavor
I hate the nigga always cappin' bout his cases
Pour it up drank it, never ever chase her
Me I just f*ck a few times then replace her

Ayy, she like, baby, baby, please don't leave me
I've been drivin' high speeds on the road in a demon
She keep saying I broke her heart, life is hard, now I'm leavin
New bitch, diva, pretty and conceited
Lately, I've been tryin' to kick the cup, I think I need it
Baby, you can f*ck me over once, we never even
These niggas not P, not Ski, G either
Have you ever seen fifty million dollars? Me neither
Man, run it up, stack it, money in the mattress
Lately I been livin' good, can't complain about the madness
My lil' bitch, she from the hood, she screamin' out, she never lackin

Shake it for me, clap it, you might get a bag then
You walk up in the club and ask her for a lap dance
I hit the baddest, you might think it's magic
Really, you just gotta spit the game, ain't gotta have bands
Run up on me, tryna catch a hat, ain't gotta half chance

But nigga I hate a bitch, always askin' for some pape
Tell me why, did you say you real when niggas really
In the sky, that is where you be if niggas tryna, yeah

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