Slim Thug - Chase Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Scarface]

I'm on the highway buzzed from the contact

Her body nice but her face look like a wombat

Guess where her tongue's at? All in my earhole

Breath smelling like warm beer what a weirdo

Now look at here ho that shit is aggravating

I don't kiss 'em on the first date but her imagination's

Running wild; this must have been her first time ghosting

And now she's got her nipples out top's down posting

Blunt still smoking burning up my white seats

Pulling on my cargo's trying to get to my Lee

I like the white freaks they lawless when they go down

Hanging out my sunroof panting to her toes now

I got to get up on the latest ho-down

Called up the other bitch I'm fucking let her show out

I rarely go out but when I do I'm whipping something rimmed-up

Two hundred forty thou gripping real

Wood grain steering wheels

Y'all niggas tripping I am FaceMob mobbing

All in the pimping

My nigga listen I am still bout that dumb shit

South Side of H-Town fuck where I'm from bitch

I'll give you one wish but after that it's lights out

And I am not James Toney get the ice out

Cause I will dot them eyes like a student do

Style so versatile I'm confusing you

That's what the dude'll do word to the motherfucker

Started off one way switch it to the other

Cause a cold nigga do what the others can't do

Monotone-type rappers what the fuck they gonna do?

Coming through

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[Verse 2: Slim Thug]

Something new -- white black or that blue

Bad bitch sitting in it; she ain't mine she fuck crew

We do this shit for practice million in my mattress

Pull up in the projects sounding off with an actress

Believe me I done it; damn right I stunted

Had her up in Dreams late night getting blunted

Still keep it one hundred and not a nickel short

Ask anybody over on that Northfield vault

Used to call me Young Boss now they call me O.G

And half the niggas call me that older than me

Been getting mine for a long time hustling since a teen

But now I get to relax kick back like a king

Still fiend for the paper so the hustle don't stop

Can't never go broke I'm too used to rolling drop

Too used to balling knots spending racks at the mall

You know it costs to shop fifty six six tall

Too big to do it small

Sorry for all the capping

But I'm still real surprised on how much I made rapping

Thought I'd be outside trapping like everybody else

Never thought I'd be standing here by myself

My best friend locked the other got shot

Couldn't even fuck with him mayne he robbed the whole block

And I'm the one not who ain't that hard to spot

Fucking with them I would've been got popped

Gotta watch out for haters that grow with success

Don't be weak for bitches they only bring stress

Keep the Lord on my chest and gold on my chain

I'mma stay real forever I never ever change mayne

[Verse 3: M.U.G.]

All I do is chase all I want is cake

I just want to touch a mil before my death day

So I rarely sleep but I'm always awake

Because I'm thinking of more ways I can load up the safe

I know I ain't living safe

I gotta keep my heater loaded to the max

So prepare when them jackers try to come attack

Hollow-tip and infrared beam comes attached

Mashing through my neighborhood dressed in all-black

Matter of fact it's orange and some navy blue

I cannot describe these streets it's a crazy zoo

Niggas dying; keep your strap cause it may be you

Mama burned a G June 3rd '82

I make my moves so police don't got a clue

I needs mine C.O.D. cause my rent due

Hard times ain't shit we gon get through

Long as them dollar bills we get big to

[Hook: M.U.G.]

All I do is chase

If you ain't talking paper move around from my space

Cause I'm trying to get my bank like Chase

All I wanna see is Ben Franklins in my face

So all I do is chase

We get money fuck bitches

All I do is chase

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