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Chasin' Provolone Video (MV)




Performed By: Trap Boi Brizzl
Language: English
Length: 1:28
Written by: Trap Brizzl




Trap Boi Brizzl - Chasin' Provolone Lyrics
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Don't nobody call my phone
I'm too busy chasing cheese chasing provolone
17 years old n I'm going gold
Ion even gotta car but I still get it sold
Hate on me, all u want I ball like a pro
I get money through the phone but I still act broke
Ion f*ckin wit none of these mad hoes
I tell em hit the bricks, I tell em get gone
Why you tweakintwaccin?
You stay bullshittin while I'm here making it happen
Keep it 3STACCS like a captain ion wit the cappin'
He said he cannot wait to shoot me, he ain bout no action
Back on my DMV shit, just copped sum New Balance,
These dem 247s
I stay wit da fashion
Yo girlfriend f*ckin wimme
She attracted like a magnet
I had to tell that luh bitch
That ain gonna happen
Don't nobody call my phone
I'm too busy chasing cheese chasing provolone
17 years old n I'm going gold
Ion even gotta car but I still get it sold
Hate on me, all u want I ball like a pro,
I get money through the phone but I still act broke
Ion f*ckin wit none of these mad hoes
I tell em hit the bricks, I tell em get gone
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Don't nobody call my phone
I'm too busy chasing cheese chasing provolone
17 years old n I'm going gold
Ion even gotta car but I still get it sold
Hate on me, all u want I ball like a pro
I get money through the phone but I still act broke
Ion f*ckin wit none of these mad hoes
I tell em hit the bricks, I tell em get gone
Why you tweakintwaccin?
You stay bullshittin while I'm here making it happen
Keep it 3STACCS like a captain ion wit the cappin'
He said he cannot wait to shoot me, he ain bout no action
Back on my DMV shit, just copped sum New Balance,
These dem 247s
I stay wit da fashion
Yo girlfriend f*ckin wimme
She attracted like a magnet
I had to tell that luh bitch
That ain gonna happen
Don't nobody call my phone
I'm too busy chasing cheese chasing provolone
17 years old n I'm going gold
Ion even gotta car but I still get it sold
Hate on me, all u want I ball like a pro,
I get money through the phone but I still act broke
Ion f*ckin wit none of these mad hoes
I tell em hit the bricks, I tell em get gone
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Writer: Trap Brizzl
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