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Iimpression - Chase Her Lyrics



Iimpression - Chase Her Lyrics
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To the road to richest, ima racer
If he out of line, ima erase him
You, gotta stay sharp just like a razor
Cause it's not that hard to be complacent
Give it to me straight, don't need no chaser
She a fool if she think that Ima chase her
But I love the way she dripping all the flavor
All that ice around her neck resembles glaciers
It's crazy, I've been thinking about you all day
Always
If you need me ima be one call away
Always
I miss you like I cannot miss a court date
Always
But F*ck it, if I miss it tell the judge that I ain't sorry
I'm tryna get to you
I promise ima always make you feel better
And I walk it how I talk it, Ima real stepper
She's in love with 2 ii's, those her love letters
Ima go and pick some ice out for her ring finger
Get on one knee and spend my life with her Brick layers
Build a new house so we can dream bigger live better
I'll do anything to make you feel special
Feel like I won it all, and you're my gold medal
I wouldn't even stop, I'm pressing all pedals
Til' I get to you
I never fell this hard, and I'm still falling that's the truth
You're stuck up on my mind like shawty whatchu using glue
I hate I'm in the booth, instead of chilling next to you
To the road to richest, ima racer
If he out of line, ima erase him
You, gotta stay sharp just like a razor
Cause it's not that hard to be complacent
Give it to me straight, don't need no chaser
She a fool if she thing that Ima chase her
But I love the way she dripping all the flavor
All that ice around her neck resembles glaciers
It's crazy, I've been thinking about you all day
Always
If you need me ima be one call away
Always
I miss you like I cannot miss a court date
Always
But F*ck it, if I miss it tell the judge that I ain't sorry
I'm tryna get to you
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To the road to richest, ima racer
If he out of line, ima erase him
You, gotta stay sharp just like a razor
Cause it's not that hard to be complacent
Give it to me straight, don't need no chaser
She a fool if she think that Ima chase her
But I love the way she dripping all the flavor
All that ice around her neck resembles glaciers
It's crazy, I've been thinking about you all day
Always
If you need me ima be one call away
Always
I miss you like I cannot miss a court date
Always
But F*ck it, if I miss it tell the judge that I ain't sorry
I'm tryna get to you
I promise ima always make you feel better
And I walk it how I talk it, Ima real stepper
She's in love with 2 ii's, those her love letters
Ima go and pick some ice out for her ring finger
Get on one knee and spend my life with her Brick layers
Build a new house so we can dream bigger live better
I'll do anything to make you feel special
Feel like I won it all, and you're my gold medal
I wouldn't even stop, I'm pressing all pedals
Til' I get to you
I never fell this hard, and I'm still falling that's the truth
You're stuck up on my mind like shawty whatchu using glue
I hate I'm in the booth, instead of chilling next to you
To the road to richest, ima racer
If he out of line, ima erase him
You, gotta stay sharp just like a razor
Cause it's not that hard to be complacent
Give it to me straight, don't need no chaser
She a fool if she thing that Ima chase her
But I love the way she dripping all the flavor
All that ice around her neck resembles glaciers
It's crazy, I've been thinking about you all day
Always
If you need me ima be one call away
Always
I miss you like I cannot miss a court date
Always
But F*ck it, if I miss it tell the judge that I ain't sorry
I'm tryna get to you
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Writer: Michael Hill
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Iimpression
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Michael Hill

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