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Aankomende concerten voor Chance the Rapper

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chance the Rapper
Chance the Rapper
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billy Austin
Billy Austin
Songwriter
Chancelor J. Bennett
Chancelor J. Bennett
Songwriter
Louis Jordan
Louis Jordan
Songwriter
Marcus R. Prince
Marcus R. Prince
Songwriter
Lenny Lee Goldsmith
Lenny Lee Goldsmith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chance the Rapper
Chance the Rapper
Producer
DJ SuchNSuch
DJ SuchNSuch
Producer

Songteksten

Yep Igh! Igh! Igh! I got suspended, ooh you got suspended For chiefin' a hunnid blunts, fourteen four hundred minutes Fans all in the stands, they hands for Mister Bennett That racket over the net, ooh give me my tennis Shoes, give me a minute, ooh I can't be tardy My class is already started, they told my mom I'm retarded But that ten day done in one night, Honda from a Hyundai No tassel in the spring, but after summer I'm alumni They took my nigga one night, and I was standing right there An inch away from heaven, a million songs from right here A step away from South by, a swing away from Cali A hook away from verses, I'm a dad away from rapping So at the school they arrested him, back seat squad car, nestled in Shouts to the bitch nigga Heselton, wit' his big show body ass wrestlin' Finna see the ten day Pestilence, so far, so good, so special and No stars, good jobs, or excellents, and I'm still so fucking non-echelon Ooh you got suspended, ooh you not gon' finish Ooh you look familiar, ooh you look like Kenneth Damn they gon' resent it, ooh you representing A class of bad kids, forteen four hundred minutes igh! Igh! Igh! Igh! Igh! Igh!
Writer(s): Louis Jordan, Billy Austin, Chancelor Johnathan Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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