Ain’t Chanelle

(FLP Mafia)

(FLP)

(Zeph Ellis)

Woke up on the sofa to a text on my phone

Said "I know what you did last night"

Put it in her ribs last night, no condom

Tryna have a kid last night

Baby, in life you can burn through the wax and the candle

So you gotta get a different light

Maybe at a different time

Or maybe in a different life

And I really think I fucking hate this girl

All up in the kitchen when I ate this girl

And I still ate it with a apron still

She ain't tryna wear it if it ain't Chanel

She ain't tryna wear it if it ain't Chanel

No YSL and no AP still

Diamonds and the boogers in the AP still

You can see the boogers in the AP still

And I'm still juugin' like slavery still

All of these whips like slavery still

And I really think I fucking hate this girl

Because she ain't tryna wear it if it ain't Chanel

Tattoo on my belly like I'm Weezy

Not-guilty verdict really pleased me

How the fuck we make it so easy?

Tramadol pill got me wheezy

And I fuckin' think I fuckin' hate this bitch

First-class flight to LA, it's lit

How you got this attitude? You make me sick

Give me face and shit, in the latest drip

Thousand in Sephora, girl, you make me sick

Three thousand in Sephora, girl, you make me sick

I'ma buy them both, I won't make you pick

All of these whips like a slavery ship

And I been juugin' since the morning

Whippin' up some coke and I'm yawning

All I do is make money, babe, I'm boring

Spread wide, I'ma put it all in

Yeah, Ace of Spades, sweet like who'd have thought it

Pink tight pretty pussy, so awesome

Pink tight, fresh whip (Pink tight pretty pussy, so awesome) pussy, awesome

Girl, I really really hate the way you dismiss this

And I really really rate the way you rid this dick

I was trying to assist all the feelings that you missed

But you acting like a bitch, I can't figure out this shit

Devil on my soul, he can't afford me

I think you lyin' when you sayin' that you sorry

Dior, eight pairs, I need more, please

Lately I've been showing all the love you taught me

I'ma tell you what we did last night

Had my thumb up in her butt, she drank my kids last night

I had nothing on my dick last night

We was tryna make kids in Madrid last night

Woke up on the sofa to a text on my phone

Said "I know what you did last night"

Put it in her ribs last night, no condom

Tryna have a kid last night

Baby, in life you can burn through the wax and the candle

So you gotta get a different light

Maybe at a different time

Or maybe in a different life

And I really think I fucking hate this girl

All up in the kitchen when I ate this girl

And I still ate it with a apron still

She ain't tryna wear it if it ain't Chanel

She ain't tryna wear it if it ain't Chanel

No YSL and no AP still

Diamonds and the boogers in the AP still

You can see the boogers in the AP still

And I'm still juugin' like slavery still

All of these whips like slavery still

And I really think I fucking hate this girl

Because she ain't tryna wear it if it ain't Chanel

Tattoo on my belly like I'm Weezy

Not-guilty verdict really pleased me

How the fuck we make it so easy?

Tramadol pill got me wheezy