Chase Him
(Rock that shit out hari)
Shhh
Shhh
Ayeee
Where you at
Where you going
Time to face em
Damn you gon' make me mad
If fifty-four, gotta chase ya
Treat em like some shoes
When we catch em, gotta lace em
Back and forth
Thinking what he did
I got em pacin
Where you at
Where you going
Time to face em
Damn you gon' make me mad
If fifty-four, gotta chase ya
Treat em like some shoes
When we catch em, gotta lace em
Back and forth
Thinking what he did
I got em pacin
Red rum murder
That's been on my mind lately
I don't fuck with niggas
Cause they telling all the cases
Y'all nigga's rats
Damn I think y'all came with rabies
She said I smell good
This cologne it came from Macy's
Nine months later
Damn
She had a baby
Is the baby mine
Uh, psh, maybe
Fort Valley shawty
Bad bitch, she came from Macon
We'll turn this bitch to a old western
Just like Clay Aiken
Where you at
Where you going
Time to face em
Damn you gon' make me mad
If fifty-four, gotta chase ya
Treat em like some shoes
When we catch em, gotta lace em
Back and forth
Thinking what he did
I got em pacin
Where you at
Where you going
Time to face em
Damn you gon' make me mad
If fifty-four, gotta chase ya
Treat em like some shoes
When we catch em, gotta lace em
Back and forth
Thinking what he did
I got em pacin
Catch me in the club
Rocking out with the fucking mic
Y'all nigga pussy
Pick up a gun before you try to fight
We can one-on-one
Pull out the strap
I'ma end your life
And you know I won
She ate the dick like a Mike & Ike
B.O.A
Come bring me a wells
We gon' count some racks
I got big onions
Put me in the ring
You done met your match
Keep that bitch on me
Fifty-four
He never known to lack
Pretty face
Damn, look at that ass
The way she make it clap
Where you at
Where you going
Time to face em
Damn you gon' make me mad
If fifty-four, gotta chase ya
Treat em like some shoes
When we catch em, gotta lace em
Back and forth
Thinking what he did
I got em pacin
Where you at
Where you going
Time to face em
Damn you gon' make me mad
If fifty-four, gotta chase ya
Treat em like some shoes
When we catch em, gotta lace em
Back and forth
Thinking what he did
I got em pacin
Shhh
Shhh
Ayeee
Where you at
Where you going
Time to face em
Damn you gon' make me mad
If fifty-four, gotta chase ya
Treat em like some shoes
When we catch em, gotta lace em
Back and forth
Thinking what he did
I got em pacin
Where you at
Where you going
Time to face em
Damn you gon' make me mad
If fifty-four, gotta chase ya
Treat em like some shoes
When we catch em, gotta lace em
Back and forth
Thinking what he did
I got em pacin
Red rum murder
That's been on my mind lately
I don't fuck with niggas
Cause they telling all the cases
Y'all nigga's rats
Damn I think y'all came with rabies
She said I smell good
This cologne it came from Macy's
Nine months later
Damn
She had a baby
Is the baby mine
Uh, psh, maybe
Fort Valley shawty
Bad bitch, she came from Macon
We'll turn this bitch to a old western
Just like Clay Aiken
Where you at
Where you going
Time to face em
Damn you gon' make me mad
If fifty-four, gotta chase ya
Treat em like some shoes
When we catch em, gotta lace em
Back and forth
Thinking what he did
I got em pacin
Where you at
Where you going
Time to face em
Damn you gon' make me mad
If fifty-four, gotta chase ya
Treat em like some shoes
When we catch em, gotta lace em
Back and forth
Thinking what he did
I got em pacin
Catch me in the club
Rocking out with the fucking mic
Y'all nigga pussy
Pick up a gun before you try to fight
We can one-on-one
Pull out the strap
I'ma end your life
And you know I won
She ate the dick like a Mike & Ike
B.O.A
Come bring me a wells
We gon' count some racks
I got big onions
Put me in the ring
You done met your match
Keep that bitch on me
Fifty-four
He never known to lack
Pretty face
Damn, look at that ass
The way she make it clap
Where you at
Where you going
Time to face em
Damn you gon' make me mad
If fifty-four, gotta chase ya
Treat em like some shoes
When we catch em, gotta lace em
Back and forth
Thinking what he did
I got em pacin
Where you at
Where you going
Time to face em
Damn you gon' make me mad
If fifty-four, gotta chase ya
Treat em like some shoes
When we catch em, gotta lace em
Back and forth
Thinking what he did
I got em pacin
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