Chance The Rapper - NaNa Live in the Studio lyrics

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Chance The Rapper - NaNa Live in the Studio lyrics

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] Introducin' Chance the Ruthless Trip 'shrooms and lucy Dreams is lucid Loosely based on music Swallow my mucus Hope your p**y get herpes and yo' a** get lupus Deuces Douches. deuce deuce I'll shoot ya Shoes might boot cha and a suit might suit cha They be on bullsh** but they really don't do sh** They use of illusion could confuse Confucius Nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing, 'til my voice get raspy Last week suspended Last night kissed Va$htie Parleyed with Ashley Always in the hallway, so I never been cla**y Shut up [Hook] Na na na, na na na Na na na, na na na Na na na, na na na Igh [Verse 2: Chance the Rapper] Acid acid, get it? Acid Melts through plastic, I spit fired Pad my palette, talkin' paper If this was work, I'd get higher-ed Pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered Fart and get b**h-slapped, like bourbon mixed with jack Lickety-split, lickety-slipped on a shell From peelin' banana split backs Give me my Kit-Kat Don't break me off sh**, batch, fack is you mean b**h? Zan with that lean b**h, zan with that lean b**h Zen with that chakra I eat it like Idi Amin, you know what I mean Hit me back when that mean sh** Shut up [Extended Hook] [Verse 3: Chance the Rapper] Vodka in my Redbull can, very formal Shot a p**no on a rebel cam Don't be jealous that's the sh** that got the devil damned Yeah you got one banger? n***a I got several hands Chance and Dash and Dash and Detro at your rescue, man Don't you love the way I treat you extra special and Got me feeling upper echelon And I ate cheerios for dinner I broke like 40 bowls I'm the cereal bowl k**er Manilla Fearing an animal They like Chano your an animal Here's a bunch of mushrooms go run in the woods and find your spirit animal I'm, hard to devour Hearts turning sour I want to put my twins in a tower So I could hoop in my basement and swim in my shower Choke holding my wine gla** Propose a toast to the noggin I got holes in my socks and coal in my stocking Santa was on dirt with all the poor kids in Chatham So I rode to the north pole with a pole and I shot him Batman, Gotham Autumn I ought to start selling them But I ain't even on that Nananananannanananananannaanananan