Great Bambino - hooligan chase

Yeah

Chase, who?

I’m the Great Bambino

Babe Ruth

Bad bitch straight, she gay too

I am not a safe substance, K2

You better get back to the patties

Uh, get whacked in the back of a caddy

Set me on soft, low pack to relax me

«Good Game"bitch, go catch you a taxi (Goodbye)

Uh

Reach for the sky, no jumping

I ain’t holdin' back I’m dumpin' (Oh)

Had a few drinks, we bumpin'

In my city I’m a vet, Tim Duncan (Facts)

All you gotta do is throw it up to me (Uh)

10-piece nugget I’m dunkin' (Uh)

She told me if you fuck, then you stuck with me (Fuck?)

Chase you the shit, no

Thank you, means a lot

You got a sugar daddy?

How you get on a yacht?

(Seriously)

That’s a nice necklace, beautiful watch (Uh-huh)

I got you a gift, it’s my dick in a box (Uh-huh)

from my neck, all the way to my socks

Soon as I hit, you’ll be kickin' some rocks (For real)

They ain’t wanna let me in

Well fuck it let’s begin

I’m outside and I’m pickin' the lock

DNA test you is not my baby

You are now live, with the real Slim Shady

Me and my blunt like Shaggy, Scooby

Foamin' at the mouth like the bitch got rabies

Brodie got zips, like a new backpack (Backpack)

Land on my feet I’m a real cool cat

You ain’t gon' pop, bitch

I know you don’t get it

Hey, on Jesus I’m preachy (Preachy)

Fly like a bird and plane

Ay, I’m workin' big Meechy (Meechy)

You ain’t do a goddamn thing

Tryna bag actress maybe like KeKe

I would bet Bella Thorne is real freaky

Hilary Duff can hang from my PP

Let me hit Vanessa up, she said «eat me»

Ha, everybody talk to much

Trip on my dick if I walk to much (Oh, shit)

I ain’t even buyin' you a Kids Meal, ho

She gon' rock your world, if you got 2 bucks

I’m not your guy, little bitch let go (Let go)

I on your boy, echo (Echo)

Ravioli, pasta, with the pesto (Pesto)

Rest in Peace, to the big 2−4

I said, «please don’t touch me bitch»

That art, I’m 303, don’t trust me bitch

I said, «please don’t love me bitch»

Refer to the first line, don’t try to hug me bitch

I said, «please don’t fuck me bitch»

Reverse psychology, that’s genius

Thanks, I don’t try to me

Got a rip through your shirt, so I gotta see

All you need is lit words, and a poppin' beat

In the kitchen where I’m cookin' at (Cook)

I know my bitch look good

What you lookin' at?

I think it’s something in the water (Oh)

What they put in that?

If the proof is in the pudding, put the pudding back

Ooh, I’m lovin' it

Now let’s overthrow the government

Ay, my fit go crazy

Doesn’t it?

And your outfit look like

Chase, who?

(Me)

I’m the Great Bambino (Yep)

Babe Ruth

Bad bitch straight, she gay too

I am not a safe substance, K2

You better get back to the patties

Uh, get whacked in the back of a caddy

Set me on soft, low pack to relax me

«Good Game"bitch, go catch you a taxi (Goodbye)

Uh