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NO CHASER Video (MV)




Performed By: Brad Bishop
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Christian Gonzalez




Brad Bishop - NO CHASER Lyrics
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We came from the streets, straight up to the seats
North Miami East
No chaser, straight liquor, hard hitter
No fakers, no quitters, all winners
We came from the streets, straight up to the seats
North Miami East, you know where I be
Straight liquor in my cup, got exotic in my blunt
Gettin' cash like it's the first of the month
Once you in the sky, then there's no more lookin' up
Once you got the heat, it ain't shit, to cook something up
Cook it, I whip it up, I'm ill if you sick as f*ck
Feelin' so desirable, I'm lookin' like a million bucks
I could give a million f*cks, long as I get millions brunch
Straight liquor in my cup, smokin' gas, fill it up
No chaser, straight liquor, hard hitter
No fakers, no quitters, all winners
We came from the streets, straight up to the seats
North Miami East, you know where I be
I need another blunt
And the bitch that I just hopped in like a honey bun
What my outfit cost, I could've bought a tummy tuck
Put a switch and now it's stuttering like ratata
You like to spray and pray, I like to pray then spray
From Miami and my golds look like lemonade
I'm an angel but today I'm gettin' hella paid
You and your personal and business need to separate
On this road to riches, we go separate ways
No chaser, straight liquor, hard hitter
No fakers, no quitters, all winners
We came from the streets, straight up to the seats
North Miami East, you know where I be
I need another blunt
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English

We came from the streets, straight up to the seats
North Miami East
No chaser, straight liquor, hard hitter
No fakers, no quitters, all winners
We came from the streets, straight up to the seats
North Miami East, you know where I be
Straight liquor in my cup, got exotic in my blunt
Gettin' cash like it's the first of the month
Once you in the sky, then there's no more lookin' up
Once you got the heat, it ain't shit, to cook something up
Cook it, I whip it up, I'm ill if you sick as f*ck
Feelin' so desirable, I'm lookin' like a million bucks
I could give a million f*cks, long as I get millions brunch
Straight liquor in my cup, smokin' gas, fill it up
No chaser, straight liquor, hard hitter
No fakers, no quitters, all winners
We came from the streets, straight up to the seats
North Miami East, you know where I be
I need another blunt
And the bitch that I just hopped in like a honey bun
What my outfit cost, I could've bought a tummy tuck
Put a switch and now it's stuttering like ratata
You like to spray and pray, I like to pray then spray
From Miami and my golds look like lemonade
I'm an angel but today I'm gettin' hella paid
You and your personal and business need to separate
On this road to riches, we go separate ways
No chaser, straight liquor, hard hitter
No fakers, no quitters, all winners
We came from the streets, straight up to the seats
North Miami East, you know where I be
I need another blunt
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Writer: Christian Gonzalez
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