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conversations.value: Write me a song called Instagram Song 8 (CWYN) with the following description: “CWYN” is a collaboration between Chance the Rapper and two frequent collaborators: Lil Wayne and Young Thug. Each artist takes a turn discussing their respective love life, with “pimping” being a common theme throughout each of the artists' verses.
  The song was debuted by Chance on April 26, 2020 with a post to his Instagram account. In the screen recording Chance posted, the song’s filename, “CWYN X THUG VERSE X CHANCE…” was shown. “CWYN” may be the song’s title, but it may be an acronym standing for “Chance/Wayne/Young Thug/New.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
  I need a baby that gon' eat and leave the dishes out
  And try to mix the cereal and burn the kitchen down
  She be workin', she be twerkin' when she sittin' down
  She like to purchase Venom Ranger with the Swiss accounts
  [Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
  Twenty-four golfin', 'bout to save the dolphins
  When I die I'ma need the all-white coffin
  Handshake the login, closet is a walk-in
  Hit the silent auction, kick that jit for talkin'
  Got a girl that work for NASA and she said I'm a star
  Got a girlfriend that's a rapper and she set up this bar
  Got a model, she don't say shit, she just sat on my car
  I try to leave her but I didn't get far, a stupid joke
  I know the pimpin' business like that nigga Bubba do the shrimpin' business
  We doin' fitness, bitch, my bedroom sound like women's tennis
  And it was necessary, that shit hereditary
  If I ain't really your daddy, talk to my secretary
  Big Chano, smokin' cigarettes inside a grocery store
  I got the sauce, I got the clout, I master Roshi flow
  I watch 'em closely, can't be turnin' my back
  I make 'em line up, take three times like my hat
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Ooh, girl, I love you so
  Told myself not to love these hoes
  Told myself not to fall for these bitches
  But it's hard to stop fallin' when you trippin' though
  I'm pimpin', though, and pimpin' ain't easy, but it's necessary
  I could feed eyes to a vegetarian
  My main bitch said she feelin' secondary
  Love you, worry 'bout yourself and not the other bitch I'm tellin', girl
  I really wake up in the mornin', look up in the mirror at Wayne
  Told 'em, must've haven't met another Tunechi yet
  Man, hoppin' off the private plane, lookin' for the doja
  I could choose to be a lotta things, I chose to be the chosen
  Ain't no simpin', not on this side
  Try too hard or quit tryin'
  She can't let me go, I'm like a zipline
  I told that ho, "If you gon' be a ho, you better be a good ho
  Be the best ho you could be, go get the bread 'fore it's toast"
  Boy, I fucked all of your hoes, you be spiralin' your hoes
  And if pimpin' is dead, I hope she ain't scared of ghosts
  I said, "Pimpin' ain't easy, but it's necessary"
  And bitch, if you gon' leave, you should've left already
  Tunechi [Bridge: Young Thug]
  When you was ridin' around your town with your ho, bad
  I was puttin' diamonds on the sides of my Dolces
  When you was ridin' (Huh, huh)
  When you was ridin' (You been ridin')
  When you was ridin' around your town with your ho, bad (What?)
  I was puttin' diamonds on the sides of my Dolces
  When you was ridin' (Huh)
  When you was ridin'
  [Verse 3: Young Thug]
  Do that ragtag on my dick (Ah, ah)
  Got my shit imported to Dubai for a key (Ah, ah)
  Twenty rings on my muhfuckin' fist (Ah, ah)
  Put my thumb in her butt, so I guess she got ice on her shit, a-ha (Ah, ah)
  Twenty bitches out in that car like Big K.R.I.T. (Ah, ah)
  I told Chance the Rapper to put some threes on my motherfuckin' kids (Ah, ah)
  Fed 'em to the snake 'cause he was mothafuckin' snitchin' (Ah, ah)
  These is with long shoestrings, it's only time I'm trippin' (Drops mic, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)
  This a historical moment
  That was a wrapper, and whoever want it
  I'm at the top, I'm all alone, Macaulay Culkin
  I got a tall Brazilian bitch, I'm ridin' like ponies
  I don't know 'bout you, but only police is my opponents
  I'm 'bout to put it to his head like Stoney
  You might as well put some colorful clothes on, yeah
  'Cause the only thing we know you from is clonin'
  If it got somethin' to do with sellin' pussy, we condone it
  She gon' throw it back, ping-pong it
  Sellin' bitches dreams, yeah, I'm ownin' it
  Never keep it real with a ultimate
  Only you know how far this could go
  You knew
  Stepped on a four leaf clover and I got paid like I was drunk and sober
  But you knew [Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
  I need a baby that gon' eat and leave the dishes out
  And try to mix the cereal and burn the kitchen down
  She be workin', she be twerkin' when she sittin' down
  She like to purchase Venom Ranger with the Swiss accounts