Hooligan Chase – Sweepstakes Lyrics

[Chorus]
Let's go to work, black tux and a briefcase lookin' like I won a f*ckin   sweepstakes
For   what it's worth,   I could take you on a   cheap date
Love a mean body and a sweet face
She go to church, I be dickin' on a blessed bitch
I don't see you bitches on the guest list
I'm doin' dirt, don't be askin' who I mess with
Front do' hit'chu when you exit
[Verse 1]
I could take an oath, f*ck I got to lie bout? I sip bubbly, when I gotta dry mouth
Deep pockets, you gon' have to climb out
I'm T'd up like I'm bout to call a timeout
I sound like six figures, 32 temp make a broke bitch shiver
Could ya backside get bigga, that's a wide load ima call it big dippa
Week two, by now I got at least two
She call me sugar and you know she gotta sweet tooth
I might blackout shit I'm guaranteed to
You should rock a mesh top sumn I can see thru
Y'all don't even be on beat
Who said chivalry is dead take a seat on me, girl
f*ck a TMZ
My dick longer than the line at the DMV
[Chorus]
Let's go to work, black tux and a briefcase lookin' like I won a f*ckin sweepstakes
For what it's worth, I could take you on a cheap date
Love a mean body and a sweet face
She go to church, I be dickin' on a blessed bitch
I don't see you bitches on the guest list
I'm doin' dirt, don't be askin' who I mess with
Front do' hit'chu when you exit
[Verse 2]
Hop, skip, jump, earthquakes in the trunk
Psychedelic, funk, huffing gas puttin twenty on the pump
f*ck it tho I'm runnin for office
The thought of that alone prolly makin ya nauseous
Tip, toe, gotta be cautious
Lay a bitch off I'm just cuttin my losses
I go to Fridas and f*ck up a whole plate
Talk to Mamacitas I'm papi in yo state
I could book a flight open shut its a closed case
Look at my position just hate it it's okay
I drop a lime in a cerveza
I knock a shot back ion need a chaser
Steppin out in the SB blazers
Nutmeg hoes who ain't got enough flavor
I'm yo bitch best friend from the waste down
Where she at where she at where she at where she at
Gimme screwed up click from the H town
Just the tip and the shaft and my sack how bout dat
(x2)
[Chorus]
Let's go to work, black tux and a briefcase lookin' like I won a f*ckin sweepstakes
For what it's worth, I could take you on a cheap date
Love a mean body and a sweet face
She go to church, I be dickin' on a blessed bitch
I don't see you bitches on the guest list
I'm doin' dirt, don't be askin' who I mess with
Front do' hit'chu when you exit