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Chase Sum
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Chase Sum adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak No More Heroes, LLC/Santa Anna tarafından 4 Eylül 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıChase Sum - Single
4 Eylül 2026
FirmaNo More Heroes, LLC/Santa Anna
DilEnglish
BPM66
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Valence
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Happy New Year, bitch
All you pussy-ass hos
Shout my shot, lil' Quin
Bail out, don't button, I'ma chase somethin'
Don't run, we come, I bake somethin' (ay, what's up?)
Bro been broke for a minute, wanna take somethin'
Come on
Bail out, don't button, I'ma chase somethin'
Don't run, we-, a'ight
Brr, a'ight, let's go
Come on
Bail out, don't button, I'ma chase somethin'
Don't run, we come, I bake somethin'
Bro been broke for a minute, wanna take somethin'
Them pipes ain't right, that's fake gun
Ain't got no heat, he fake pump
In the S-I-T with a ray gun
Block that line, I can't even say nothin'
All that tough talk stop, heard can't come
And I'm chasin' this money
Shorty get mad, I ain't pick up the line
I'm beatin' that road up, baby, I'm runnin'
Who wanna ball? I'm tryna collide
He felt that taco all in the tummy
I got a C-I-R-C-L-E over my head, I'm nothin' too bummy (yeah)
Just give me a call, you know that I'm comin' (come on)
Flip my wrist up, see my goal
Heard he snitched up, heard he told
Take my pick, I'm gettin' that glee
I pop too hard and I'm not that old
Where Kane at? Don't nobody know
Try to run up, get left on the floor
Bringin' me up, just make sure you ain't
Never leavin' a part out that I'ma go
Take that pipe, he gon' get K'd
Out with two L's, he tell me no
Somethin' not right, I got this urge
To clap my burst, that lil' dude froze
I'm not hype, I just do things to clear my mind so I don't blow
It's alright 'cause I get paid, I run this lifestyle that I want, come on
Bail out, don't button, I'ma chase somethin'
Don't run, we come, I bake somethin'
Bro been broke for a minute, wanna take somethin'
Them pipes ain't right, that's fake gun
Ain't got no heat, he fake pump
In the S-I-T with a ray gun
Block that line, I can't even say nothin'
All that tough talk stop, heard can't come
And I'm chasin' this money
Shorty get mad, I ain't pick up the line
I'm beatin' that road up, baby, I'm runnin'
Who wanna ball? I'm tryna collide
He felt that taco all in the tummy
I got a C-I-R-C-L-E over my head, I'm nothin' too bummy
Just give me a call, you know that I'm comin', come on
Written by: YDK Cokane
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