[Spoken Intro]
You are listening to another Allday Chubby Boy mixtape
Hosted by none other than me, Allday Chubby Boy
[Chorus]
I ain't been to Tokyo, I never been to Paris
I ain't got no money but she still call me Daddy
Send a photo to my phone, she ain't got no panties
Got me thanking God like I just won a Grammy
Like I won a Grammy
(Ooh, girl, let me see it, ooh, girl, I'ma eat it
Ooh, girl, got me singing, ooh, girl, got me singing)
Like I won a Grammy
(Ooh, girl, let me see it, ooh, girl, I'ma eat it
Ooh, girl, got me singing, ooh, girl, got me singing)
Like I won, I won a
[Verse 1]
Looking at you now and it have me going wild
Did two pills back at the show tonight
Got me spending money like a dad with no time
Got me spending time like a dad when he retire
I was dreaming of this rap shit back in '09
Laughing at the battles and it had me so defiant
With a backpack, rapping on tracks that no one liked
Ain't the same one that I carry on my flights
That was 300 bucks from the online store
That used to be a week's pay, oh my God
Now I'm halfway there, at least quasi-toward
What I said I'd do, I gave my whole life for it
Never went to school, Ferris Bueller
When I was starving, now my belly fuller
Got me thinking of the girls who took it
Back when I had not any moolah
Now I'm singing
You are listening to another Allday Chubby Boy mixtape
Hosted by none other than me, Allday Chubby Boy
[Chorus]
I ain't been to Tokyo, I never been to Paris
I ain't got no money but she still call me Daddy
Send a photo to my phone, she ain't got no panties
Got me thanking God like I just won a Grammy
Like I won a Grammy
(Ooh, girl, let me see it, ooh, girl, I'ma eat it
Ooh, girl, got me singing, ooh, girl, got me singing)
Like I won a Grammy
(Ooh, girl, let me see it, ooh, girl, I'ma eat it
Ooh, girl, got me singing, ooh, girl, got me singing)
Like I won, I won a
[Verse 1]
Looking at you now and it have me going wild
Did two pills back at the show tonight
Got me spending money like a dad with no time
Got me spending time like a dad when he retire
I was dreaming of this rap shit back in '09
Laughing at the battles and it had me so defiant
With a backpack, rapping on tracks that no one liked
Ain't the same one that I carry on my flights
That was 300 bucks from the online store
That used to be a week's pay, oh my God
Now I'm halfway there, at least quasi-toward
What I said I'd do, I gave my whole life for it
Never went to school, Ferris Bueller
When I was starving, now my belly fuller
Got me thinking of the girls who took it
Back when I had not any moolah
Now I'm singing
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