Favorite Song - Chance The Rapper, Childish Gambino

Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker

Cocky khaki jacket jacker

Slap-happy faggot slapper, bah-bah

Iraqi rocket launcher

Shake that Laffy Taffy, jolly raunchy rapper

Dang, dang, dang, skeet, skeet, skeet

She do that thing for three retweets

The album feel like '92

Now take that ball 'fore he three-peat

Chance, ho, acid, cruising on that LSD

Asked Joseph about my deal

He looked back said, «Hell yeah, let’s eat»

This shit my favorite song, you just don’t know the words

But I still fuck with you, you just ain’t never heard

It go like, count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack

All my niggas hit that xan, and all my ladies bob that back

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I’m 'bout that jam, I’m 'bout that jam, I’m 'bout that jam, I’m 'bout that jam

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I’m 'bout that jam, I’m 'bout that jam, I’m 'bout that jam, I’m bout that jam

Young Rascal Flatts, young ass kid ass could rap

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of Jack and

Fourths of weed, I’m back to pack on hands

With young Cletus to pat my back

Real nigga with a nose ring, that’s right

Just here to rap them songs

Rag on my hair, wrap weed in Vegas, rockin' Vagabonds

Sang a song, oh, you don’t know?

What?

Well, I still bang with you

Hang with you, sip drank with you

As long as I can sang with you like

This shit my favorite song, you just don’t know the words

But I still fuck with you, you just ain’t never heard

It go like, count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack

All my niggas hit that xan, and all my ladies bob that back

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I’m 'bout that jam, I’m 'bout that jam, I’m 'bout that jam, I’m 'bout that jam

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I’m 'bout that jam, I’m 'bout that jam, I’m 'bout that jam, I’m bout that jam

Niggas, please be focused, that Bino, you know this

He rep the home of Sosas, you know I’m from that Zone 6

You know I rep that Stone shit, you know your hood is so clit

As God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit

I’ma be that, CG busy gettin', where the weed at?

Bought your girl some new kneepads

You’re fuckin' with the Fifi bag

My stars, egad, she said, «This my favorite song»

«Hold my purse», now she on the floor, droppin' like it’s hot

You blast this shit in Abercrombie when your work is finished

Your mom won’t play it in the car 'cause it got cursing in it

Your boy like, «I'm the one who showed you»

He want his percentage

'Cause you were like, «This ain’t the nigga you said spittin', is it?»

Two-step, white dude’s Harlem Shake

Why you laughing?

'Cause you Harlem Shake

I was never fake, I was just too good to be true

That’s acid rap, we killed the track

You had your chance, and 'Bino too, ooh

This shit my favorite song, you just don’t know the words

But I still fuck with you, you just ain’t never heard

It go like, count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack

All my niggas hit that xan, and all my ladies bob that back

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I’m 'bout that jam, I’m 'bout that jam, I’m 'bout that jam, I’m 'bout that jam

This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam

I’m 'bout that jam, I’m 'bout that jam, I’m 'bout that jam, I’m bout that jam