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Chordaroy, chordaroyChordaroy, ch-chordaroy(Earl Sweatshirt)We come through moppin' like janitorsSmokin' kush nuggets the size of fuckin' tarantulasBlow got me amped as fuck, ho niggas backin' upAnd that nigga $hort, tell that nigga Jasper swag me upSwag me up, swag is us, who can tell me how to fuck?Our number one fans is faggots that used to laugh at usTell me who rad as usAnd the answers was, "Um, y'all dope, Wolf Gang just the day after dust"Yeah, the ?? take a head, chop it offNo father, fuck being proper bitch, we poppin' offAnd to top it off we droppin' monster monologuesThat's hot enough to piss your local arson offThat's me spinning these fucking garbage-tossersYou niggas' niggas get familiar with the art of lossSwitch swag on you little dick fags (with yo bitch-ass)You fuckin' dead bitch, chips up off my ?? (with yo bitch-ass)She called me crazy, he called me crazyThey called me shadyBut it's a chordaroy life I'm livin' babyI'm livin' baby, I'm livin' babyIt's the chordaroy life and you called me shadyLetras de cancionesCalled me crazy, called me lazy, I ain't ya babyIt's the chordaroy life that I'm livin' hazyIt's the chordaroy life that I'm livin', phase me(Hodgy)People love Hodgy, I hate you thoughI don't precipitate bitch, I H20And I move across your membrane, you lose against my insaneThoughts, 'cause you're an outside tryin' to get in brainI like girls, but I don't fuck with trampsI'm elephant tusk and they succulenceShave off my boot hairs deciduouslyBreak jaws, Mr. Vigora, rigorouslyI'm hot breeze, snot sneezeI cop weed for less of a percentage than I fuckin' plot seedsNew racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selectionBitch I got my swag card, natural protectionPocket with a cache-full of bashful weaponsI brandish and flash tools and have fools steppin'I'm a geophyte, move under the ground 'til I can see the lightFeed niggas shells like my motherfuckin' beach is niceShe called me crazy, he called me crazyThey called me shadyBut it's a chordaroy life I'm livin' babyI'm livin' baby, I'm livin' babyIt's the chordaroy life and you called me shadyCalled me crazy, called me lazy, I ain't ya babyIt's the chordaroy life that I'm livin' hazyIt's the chordaroy life that I'm livin', phase me(Wolf Haley)When I say Wolf Gang, you say "Fuck that!"Room full of wolves, inhalers and used bluntwrapsFingers in the middle of bitches' bodacious buttcracksEnough fuckin' athiest rappers to get a nun slappedThis that fuck music, let a couple sluts use itShow they boobs, and I hop out the booth when I'm done poopin'Grab a couple gats, stuff 'em in the backpackThen take them to school for Show & Tell day, screamin' "Fuck students!"Packin' up a bunch of fatherless kids and a pack of dustCould fucking splat and show you the fuckin' Iraq in usA bunch of fuckin' wolves and rats havin' niggas the size of ShaqBackin' up, like Juvenile's biggest fan was a moving truckKillin' these niggas off quickDon't believe me, then watch me empty out a full clipTrigger being pulled, niggers in the ditchThat wasn't bullets, that was copies of Bastard you bitch!She called me crazy, he called me crazyThey called me shadyBut it's a chordaroy life I'm livin' babyI'm livin' baby, I'm livin' babyIt's the chordaroy life and you called me shadyCalled me crazy, called me lazy, I ain't ya babyIt's the chordaroy life that I'm livin' hazyIt's the chordaroy life that I'm livin', phase me From Letras Mania