WORLDSTAR
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“Favorite Song” Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker Cocky khaki jacket jacker Slap-happy faggot slapper Iraqi rocket launcher Shake that Laffy Taffy, jolly raunchy rapper Dang, dang, dang - skeet, skeet, skeet She do that thing for three retweets The album feel like ‘92 Then take that bomb for Heat, threepeat
Chance, ho, I said, cruising on that LSD Ask yourself about my deal You’ll go batshit - “hell yeah, let’s eat!” This shit my favorite song, you just don’t know the words But I still fuck with you, you just ain’t never heard It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack All my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies ‘bout that bag This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
Niggas please be focused - that ‘Bino, you know this He rep the home of Sosas, you know I’m from that Zone 6 You know I rep that Stone shit, you know your ‘hood is so clit As God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit I’m a be that - CG busy gettin’, where the weed at? Bought your girl some new kneepads You’re fuckin’ with the Fifi bag My stars, egad, she said: “this my favorite song” “Hold my purse” - now she on the floor, droppin’ like it’s hot You blast this shit in Abercrombie when your work is finished Your mom won’t play it in the car cause it’s got cursing in it Your boy like: “I’m the one who showed you, “ he want his percentage Cause you were like: “this ain’t the nigga you said spittin’, is it?” Two-step - white dude’s Harlem Shake Why you laughing? Cause you Harlem Shake? I was never fake, I was just too good to be true That’s acid rap, we killed the track You had your chance, and ‘Bino too
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But I still fuck with you, you just ain’t never heard It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack All my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies ‘bout that bag This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam I’m ‘bout that jam, I’m ‘bout that jam, I’m ‘bout that jam, I’m ‘bout that jam This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam I’m ‘bout that jam, I’m ‘bout that jam, I’m ‘bout that jam, I’m bout that jam
Chance, pictured here, photographed in studio.
“The Worst Guys” All she needed was some. All she needed was some.. All she needed was some.. At a Clippers’ game on the court-side Watch a nigga’ shoot like a .4-5 They mad at me, too, I got more fire When these bitches see you “go home, Roger” (Go home, Roger) Tia and Tamara in my bed I’m a smart guy I ain’t fucking with you niggas like apartheid Hits on my list, check my archive I’m something so immaculate Instead of asking what’s happenin’ rather blastin’ Jackson 5 in the back of an Acura, acting blacker Than a Bernie Mac, some Charlie Murphys and Akon The girls that you brought man, where are they from? Where are they from? We were playin’ Playstation Why you standin’ there, say som’, girl say som’ No, this ain’t a vacation, this is my house, my house All she needed was some.. All she needed was some. All she needed was some..
Playin’ hooky? Check out a NYC view with Gambino. Bought a new bath, 8K, nigga
Cause I’m nervous as fuck and could not get it up
Wanna take shots? AK, nigga
I-I-I-I-I need a minute, cold water to the face
When I ball, I’mma ball King James, nigga
I-I-I couldn’t finish, got the uber from her place
Uncle Ben in my hand, make change, nigga
On my porch smoking vapor, hit with the Sunday
And I’m out of this world like Tang, nigga
paper
That’s a space bar, man, I hate y’all
Listening to the neighbors..
You only come around when you want to play
All she needed was some.
pool in my hot tub
All she needed was some
Ice cream paint job in the garage
All she needed was some.
I had a menage, and murdered the vaj’ But, afterwards, it was awkward as fuck
Hit the beach with the worst guys. Chance (L) and Gambino (R) are seen here in the music video for ‘The Worst Guys” from Gambino’s 2013 album “Because the Internet.”
“WorldStar” Blow up World Star befo’ rap, you already know that So Fresh Prince they about to bring the show back Listening to Kilo, weekend cost a kilo Hair so long, I’m about to bring the fro back Phone call gotta say “Moshi moshi” (Moshi moshi) Girlfriend actin’ all wishy-washy (wishy-washy) It’s your birthday, make it earthquake Fell in love with a nigga like a mermaid (Daddy, I love him!) That’s a first date, nobody think about it, worst case Best case, we the front page, 10K on the first day Yeah, mothafucka, take your phone out To record this, ain’t nobody can ignore this
I’m more or less a moral-less individual Making movies with criminals, tryin’ to get them residuals When it all go crazy, when I hear that action, I’m a be Scorsese My nigga hold it horizontal man, be professional (Worldstar!) My girl ain’t bad, she more like evil When I’m lookin’ in the mirror, how fly’s this negro? She on Hollywood and Vine, thinkin’ that she Hollywood on Vine Makin’ movies with her friends all the time Showin’ off her ass, that’s a net twerk But I saw through it like a wet shirt Drive slow cause you might swerve off it Still eat and the hate so salty Put shrooms in my roommate’s coffee And got more likes than a white girl talking More hits than a fight comp, where they fight cops ‘til they stop When I heard shots, watching dude drop from a Glock at a [Shots fired] Let me flash on ‘em, we all big brother now Lil’ sis, let her run around, money talking, you know the sound Brrrr, money counter, brrrr, AK, brrrr, cell phone, brrrr, hello? Yo, bro man, check out that video I just sent you, man. This shit’s hilarious, man. It’s like this kid, man, he got like, he got like hit on the side of the head, man, he’s like freakin’ out. Like, it’s like.. [inaudible] We don’t wanna be on (Worldstar!) And all I wanna be is a (Worldstar!)
Unbounding energy, even after a day of exploring the city.
- Concept by Hayden Andrews