Tchakalla - Bubbles lyrics

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! [Bates] I've been blowing smoke like bubbles But I could blow my brains out like a candle It taking place in the shadow on the sand'll Let me see the last frame for myself Oooh Too smacked Watching Kangaroo Jack Skeet ball Since two feet tall (Young) J rolled Since one day old These hoes warm up but I stay cold Case closed. Case cold Ladies at Merrymount Getting Maypoled Or thereabouts Kodiak the Paramount Anybody hide behind their people and I scare them out (Boo!) Our Biggest star Doesn't even have a flare of doubt When I put it in the air, that me airing out Want to have a carrot count I don't care to count Put it in Pan American air account Uh, that's a**uming it's a fair amount Uh, just a kid with Double Bubble Bubblegum Some- One come Burst my bubble Rampumpumpum The cum- Bersome trouble Of um- Welt and gum- Ption lum- Ped in the rubble They all, want a drum Of the rum Buccaneers Who stole the drum from The royal army of overseers Know it burns. Oversears Builds up over years Pretty soon, overhears "Someone call 911"s "Help him"s and "Over here"s sh** now Say I'm not legit now I could make it more or less perfect Just a bit Whatever I felt like, I'm the master don't forget now Guess that's Master Bates Unless he's bagging birdies at faster rates I told her I was hungry, cat pa**ed her plates And then I ate them up, them fat mashed potat's I think I figured it out, cracked the safe I'm feeling mad displaced My breath had this taste Of blowing (smoke like bubbles) I've been blowing smoke like bubbles But I could blow my brains out like a candle It taking place in the shadow on the sand'll Let me see the last frame for myself [Nonchabont] Oh (Nya), oh oh oh (Nya) Blowing bubbles, blowing bubbles Blowing bubbles, blowing bubbles Oh (Nya), oh oh oh (Nya) Blowing bubbles, blowing bubbles Blowing bubbles, blowing bubbles, hey Nonchabont, I got 'em More green that avocados My b**h moaning bad, she awful Got a mouthful of tip like a counselor Under your blouses Trying to see what's under your outfit Why you even wearing an outfit? You knew I was coming here Get that p**y wet, like a faucet And I only eat it's spotless Tell me what the cost is I got it Game wrapped tight like Muhammad's Turban Eyy A hearse is a car 'til a dead body surface A church house unless the Holy Ghost in it A verb is a noun, only if you care to listen f** it, something, I don't know Bates is in front of me and I don't care listen So what you finna do, n***a? Don't be scared now No Cult coming for your head now You better keep up your defenseman like Greg Fox We coming for your neck and we ain't fixing up your necktie Uh f**ing with us, you on the best side Champagne and that, top tier, better f**ing notarize Like the lens on my iris, stay polarized Pull up in that new sh**, I'm sorry Shorts so short, got a hat for the shade And a shirt unbu*toned, man I think I'm on safari Leaf like Barney Got a little purple and green Got the push start, you don't need a car key n***a don't worry Homies still like the Stone Army Got that work if you need employment Ass enormous Champagne that's imported Don't know the name but it's important Or I don't know [Bates] I've been blowing smoke like bubbles But I could blow my brains out like a candle It taking place in the shadow on the sand'll Let me see the last frame for myself [Nonchabont] Oh (Nya), oh oh oh (Nya) Blowing bubbles, blowing bubbles Blowing bubbles, blowing bubbles Oh (Nya), oh oh oh (Nya) Blowing bubbles, blowing bubbles Blowing bubbles, blowing bubbles, hey