Ain’t Chanelle – D-block Europe – letras

Woke up in the morning to the sofa to a message saying »I know what you did last night »Woke up in the morning on the sofato a message on my phone saying »I know what you did last night » (LP Mafia)Hit that pussy raw, kid, last night (Hee) ( [?] )Woke up on the sofa to a text on my phoneSaid « I know what you did last night »Put it in her ribs last nightNo condom, tryna have a kid last nightBaby, in life, you can burn through the wax and the candleSo you gotta get a different lightMaybe at a different timeOr maybe in a different lifeAnd I really think I fucking hate this girlAll up in the kitchen when I ate this girlAnd I still ate it with a apron stillShe ain’t tryna wear it if it ain’t ChanelShe ain’t tryna wear it if it ain’t ChanelNo YSL, no [?]Diamonds and the boogers in the AP stillYou can see the boogers in the AP stillAnd I’m still juggin’ like slavery stillAll of these whips like slavery stillAnd I really think I fucking hate this girlBecause she ain’t tryna wear it if it ain’t ChanelTattoo on my belly like I’m WeezyNot guilty verdict, really please meHow the fuck we make it so easy?Tramadol pill got me wheezyAnd I fuckin’ think I fuckin’ hate this bitchFirst class flight to L. A. , it’s litHow you got this attitude? You make me sickGive me face and shit, in the latest dripThousand in Sephora, girl, you make me sickThree thousand in Sephora, girl, you make me sickI’ma buy them both, won’t make you pickAll of these whips like slavery shitAnd I been juggin’ since the morningWhippin’ up some coke and I’m yawningAll I do is make money, babe, I’m boringSpread wide, I’ma put it all inYeah, [?]Pink tie, pretty pussy, so awesomePink tie, fresh whip, (Pink tie) pussy, awesome (So awesome)Girl, I really, really hate the way you dismiss thisAnd I really, really rate the way you rid this dickI was trying to assist all the feelings that you missedBut you acting like a bitch, I can’t figure out this shitDevil on my soul, he can’t afford meI think you lyin’ when you sayin’ that you sorryDior, eight pairs, I need more pleaseLately I’ve been showing all the love you taught meI’ma tell you what we did last nightHad my thumb up in her butt, she drank my kids last nightI had nothing on my dick last nightWe was tryna make kids in Madrid last nightWoke up on the sofa to a text on my phoneSaid « I know what you did last night »Put it in her ribs last nightNo condom, tryna have a kid last nightBaby, in life, you can burn through the wax and the candleSo you gotta get a different lightMaybe at a different timeOr maybe in a different lifeAnd I really think I fucking hate this girlAll up in the kitchen when I ate this girlAnd I still ate it with a apron stillShe ain’t tryna wear it if it ain’t ChanelShe ain’t tryna wear it if it ain’t ChanelNo YSL, no [?]Diamonds and the boogers in the AP stillYou can see the boogers in the AP stillAnd I’m still juggin’ like slavery stillAll of these whips like slavery stillAnd I really think I fucking hate this girlBecause she ain’t tryna wear it if it ain’t ChanelTattoo on my belly like I’m WeezyNot guilty verdict, really please meHow the fuck we make it so easy?Tramadol pill got me wheezy