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I Might Need Security Lyrics By Chance The Rapper

    jamie foxx chance the rapper
    fuck you
    fuuuuuuck you fufuck you
    fuuuuuuck you fufuck you
    fuuuuuuck you fufuck you
    fuuuuuuck you fufuck you yep
    fuuuuuuck you fufuck you nahnah
    fuuuuuuck you fufuck you nahnah
    fuuuuuuck you fufuck you no
    fuuuuuuck you

    i ain’t no activist i’m the protagonist
    i don’t cocaptain it i fly like one cup in the cabinet
    the cab is the cabinet they trust me at landing it
    they call me the advocate they’ll slide like the abacus
    boy meets world everybody been savages
    i just want to really know how much that your shooter averages
    i’m not no nice guy i’m just the good guy
    the bad guys should really stay on my good side
    i smelled my roses younger than the good die
    the illuminati couldn’t see me with they good eye
    they think they heath ledger scary they just jack nichols
    i’m a sign to my city like the batsignal
    young chosen one golden boy de la hoya
    it ain’t too many me’s rest in peace to verne troyer
    i was younger than i seemed as a kid
    i mean my g7 8 in the head
    i mean i’m only 5 but i’m motown 5
    bet i get a statue in my hometown when i die
    and rahm you done i’m expectin’ resignation
    an open investigation on all of these paid vacations for murderers

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    fuck you ohoh
    fuck you fuck you
    fuuuuuuck you fuck youououou
    fufufufufufu fufufufufufu
    fuck you ohoh
    fuck you fuck you
    fuuuuuuck you fuck youououou
    fufufufufufu fufufufufufu
    fuck you fuuuuuuck you fufuck you
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    fuuuuuuck you oh

    i don’t get no paper i gotta sign at the bottom
    still in my bag like the fries at the bottom
    and i can’t do nothing right they gon’ always be at me
    i missed a crain’s interview they tried leaking my addy
    i donate to the schools next they call me a deadbeat daddy
    the suntimes gettin’ that rauner business
    i got a hitlist so long i don’t know how to finish
    i bought the chicagoist just to run you racist bitches out of business
    speaking of racist fuck your microaggressions
    i’ll make you fix your words like a typo suggestion
    pat me on the back too hard and pat’ll ask for your job
    and in unrelated news someone’ll beat your ass at your job
    i’m the real deal
    who taught all these rappers that a big deal’s not a big deal
    inherited the earth popping wheelies on a big wheel
    my enemy lives in his mother’s basement
    that’s why my videos don’t got no baphomet product placement
    i’m a real one
    the honey is sweet the apple’s bitter
    they’ll try to convince you you stronger without your woman than when you with her
    and tell you they kidding while twitter trashing your litter
    i know the devil’s a liar
    i know that players is quitters i heard you hire your hitters
    i know the higher the bidder that mean the less on return
    so i just hire a sitter
    i’m not no boss nigga i’m a soldier
    kingdom builder man somebody shoulda told ya
    fuck you

    jamie foxx
    fuck you ohoh
    fuck you fuck you
    fuuuuuuck you fuck youououou
    fufufufufufu fufufufufufu
    fuck you ohoh
    fuck you fuck you
    fuuuuuuck you fuck youououou
    fufufufufufu fufufufufufu
    fuck you fuuuuuuck you fufuck you
    fuuuuuuck you fufuck you
    fuuuuuuck you fufuck you
    fuuuuuuck you fufuck you

    Artist: Chance The Rapper

    Year: 2018

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 324