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Chase It Video (MV)




Performed By: Lor Flash
Length: 3:28
Written by: Jamie Hilton-Bey




Lor Flash - Chase It Lyrics




I blow a bag then i chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (damn)
Chase it
Bitch all i know is trap
Trap (juug)
Trap (juug)
Trap (bang)
Trap (jam)
Trap (hustle)
Trap (grind)
Trap

Big sack we never running out of bud (hell no)
We smoking gas the whole time we in the club (hell yea)
Niggas doing it they dont do this shit like us (hell no)
Show you how to turn a nick into a dub
Bad bitches show me love
They know ima thug
Bitch i came up out the dust
Play u getting bust
Forty in the cut
Get yo ass touched
Carties on my face i thing i spent about a buck
Need that mula to the ceiling
Bitch what a wonderful feeling
Call the ac banana boat the way that bitch be peeling (skrrt)
Diamonds they bling on my neck
Bitch i came up out the jects
Moving around like a vet
Im jus trying cop me a vette (damn)

I blow a bag then i chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (damn)
Chase it
Bitch all i know is trap
Trap (juug)
Trap (juug)
Trap (bang)
Trap (jam)
Trap (hustle)
Trap (grind)
Trap

I heard the jack boys moving real crazy (yea i heard bout them niggas)
I got my biscuit Lil nigga its all gravy (got something for they ass though)
Your baby mother on me say she like my drip (what)
Hella acs and Hondas like the dealership
When we pull up shit get lit all my niggas with the shit (we wit it)
I might jack the TL up and make the forgies fit (im wit it)
Member i was broke and i could only dream that shit
Was sleeping with the roaches now we counting up the mitt
Fell in love wit the gas bag same size as trash bag
All my niggas mathematics sticks around us if its static
F*ck is you doing if you aint gettin it
She cant hang if i aint hitting it
My mother told me stay my black ass out the street
I wasnt listening

I blow a bag then i chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (damn)
Chase it
Bitch all i know is trap
Trap (juug)
Trap (juug)
Trap (bang)
Trap (jam)
Trap (hustle)
Trap (grind)
Trap
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I blow a bag then i chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (damn)
Chase it
Bitch all i know is trap
Trap (juug)
Trap (juug)
Trap (bang)
Trap (jam)
Trap (hustle)
Trap (grind)
Trap

Big sack we never running out of bud (hell no)
We smoking gas the whole time we in the club (hell yea)
Niggas doing it they dont do this shit like us (hell no)
Show you how to turn a nick into a dub
Bad bitches show me love
They know ima thug
Bitch i came up out the dust
Play u getting bust
Forty in the cut
Get yo ass touched
Carties on my face i thing i spent about a buck
Need that mula to the ceiling
Bitch what a wonderful feeling
Call the ac banana boat the way that bitch be peeling (skrrt)
Diamonds they bling on my neck
Bitch i came up out the jects
Moving around like a vet
Im jus trying cop me a vette (damn)

I blow a bag then i chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (damn)
Chase it
Bitch all i know is trap
Trap (juug)
Trap (juug)
Trap (bang)
Trap (jam)
Trap (hustle)
Trap (grind)
Trap

I heard the jack boys moving real crazy (yea i heard bout them niggas)
I got my biscuit Lil nigga its all gravy (got something for they ass though)
Your baby mother on me say she like my drip (what)
Hella acs and Hondas like the dealership
When we pull up shit get lit all my niggas with the shit (we wit it)
I might jack the TL up and make the forgies fit (im wit it)
Member i was broke and i could only dream that shit
Was sleeping with the roaches now we counting up the mitt
Fell in love wit the gas bag same size as trash bag
All my niggas mathematics sticks around us if its static
F*ck is you doing if you aint gettin it
She cant hang if i aint hitting it
My mother told me stay my black ass out the street
I wasnt listening

I blow a bag then i chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (uh)
Chase it (damn)
Chase it
Bitch all i know is trap
Trap (juug)
Trap (juug)
Trap (bang)
Trap (jam)
Trap (hustle)
Trap (grind)
Trap
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Writer: Jamie Hilton-Bey
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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