Adas, Billy Bueffer - Chances Lyrics

Yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, aye, yeah
Aye, yeah, aye
Sippin' a
Sippin' a cup, no we not giving a fuck
I got a bitch she a slut, buddy so what
We got the po in the cut, fuck it I'm hitting the blunt
Hittin' it back to the front
Light skin, I stay mixing it up
I got some more of the stuff (Yeah)
High as shit, yeah I'm kickin' my toes up
Like I'm back again, more than ready finna snap again
You can ask a friend
Thought I hit the same bitch twice
Turns out that she had a twin, a collateral
Call it double kill, like I know the drill
Cause I know the feelin' when u have to deal with the bullshit
Givin' chances, but they blow through it all
Don't ever call my number, I'll ignore it
Broke and I'm never sober, would you call it dope
If I had a Rover, whippin' all the bros
Down over yonder when I'm ballin', woah
We down the right path, you gon' fly past
Cause I know you, and you're fuckin like that
Miss the old you, cause you lack faith
Bitch I'll bite back, so don't try that (Yeah)
Baby I been at it
I don't think I'm gonna stop, I think I'm an addict (Yeah)
One day when I'm at the top, rollin' with the baddest
Pour it on the tabletop, sniff it, I'm a savage
Woah, let's just take things slow
Got my chance, can't let this go
Kiss me, see that mistletoe
Get your girl and get that dough
Still I'm modest, humble too
When I'm on it, mumble true
Fuck with me, I fuck with you girl
This is what I gots to do
Why you mad, ain't no complaints
Undergrad, but still got bank
Don't go bad, no deadbeat dad
Kids will say that I'm a saint, yeah (I'm a saint)
Bitch, oh I'm a saint (Yeah)
Finna break the bank
Yeah, I'm finna cop a tank
I don't care what y'all think
Yeah, yeah
But I won't fold
These bitches, they never gonna know
Get my money, I'ma take it home
I could do this shit all on my own
So why you mad, this is what you could've had
Hundreds and millions of fans, I just stay racking the bands
Everyone clapping their hands, I feel like I'm Superman
Here is my plan, we rocking Gucci the brand
Everyone knows who I am
I'm sold out on tour, I'm off in Japan
This shit has only began, yeah
Everyone's rolling with me, it's the motto
I'm rolling up, smoking a G in Chicago
I am the head of my team, I'm the bravo
Feel like I'm winning, I hit the lotto, yeah
Fuck with me now, lately I'm up in the clouds
Tryna make everyone proud, tryna get me like a crowd
To bump to my music and scream it out loud (Yeah)
I'ma go and get it now
If you talking shit right now, then maybe you should listen now
I don't know really fuck with you cause I been making money moves
This shit what I love to do
Babygirl, I'm done with you
No we not giving a fuck
I got a bitch she a slut, buddy so what
We got the po in the cut, fuck it I'm hitting the blunt
Hittin' it

Yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, aye, yeah
Aye, yeah, aye
Sippin' a
Sippin' a cup, no we not giving a fuck
I got a bitch she a slut, buddy so what
We got the po in the cut, fuck it I'm hitting the blunt
Hittin' it back to the front
Light skin, I stay mixing it up
I got some more of the stuff (Yeah)
High as shit, yeah I'm kickin' my toes up
Like I'm back again, more than ready finna snap again
You can ask a friend
Thought I hit the same bitch twice
Turns out that she had a twin, a collateral
Call it double kill, like I know the drill
Cause I know the feelin' when u have to deal with the bullshit
Givin' chances, but they blow through it all
Don't ever call my number, I'll ignore it
Broke and I'm never sober, would you call it dope
If I had a Rover, whippin' all the bros
Down over yonder when I'm ballin', woah
We down the right path, you gon' fly past
Cause I know you, and you're fuckin like that
Miss the old you, cause you lack faith
Bitch I'll bite back, so don't try that (Yeah)
Baby I been at it
I don't think I'm gonna stop, I think I'm an addict (Yeah)
One day when I'm at the top, rollin' with the baddest
Pour it on the tabletop, sniff it, I'm a savage
Woah, let's just take things slow
Got my chance, can't let this go
Kiss me, see that mistletoe
Get your girl and get that dough
Still I'm modest, humble too
When I'm on it, mumble true
Fuck with me, I fuck with you girl
This is what I gots to do
Why you mad, ain't no complaints
Undergrad, but still got bank
Don't go bad, no deadbeat dad
Kids will say that I'm a saint, yeah (I'm a saint)
Bitch, oh I'm a saint (Yeah)
Finna break the bank
Yeah, I'm finna cop a tank
I don't care what y'all think
Yeah, yeah
But I won't fold
These bitches, they never gonna know
Get my money, I'ma take it home
I could do this shit all on my own
So why you mad, this is what you could've had
Hundreds and millions of fans, I just stay racking the bands
Everyone clapping their hands, I feel like I'm Superman
Here is my plan, we rocking Gucci the brand
Everyone knows who I am
I'm sold out on tour, I'm off in Japan
This shit has only began, yeah
Everyone's rolling with me, it's the motto
I'm rolling up, smoking a G in Chicago
I am the head of my team, I'm the bravo
Feel like I'm winning, I hit the lotto, yeah
Fuck with me now, lately I'm up in the clouds
Tryna make everyone proud, tryna get me like a crowd
To bump to my music and scream it out loud (Yeah)
I'ma go and get it now
If you talking shit right now, then maybe you should listen now
I don't know really fuck with you cause I been making money moves
This shit what I love to do
Babygirl, I'm done with you
No we not giving a fuck
I got a bitch she a slut, buddy so what
We got the po in the cut, fuck it I'm hitting the blunt
Hittin' it