Ain’t Chanelle

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 sofa to a message on my phone saying "I know what you did last night" (LP Mafia) Hit that pussy raw, kid, last night (hee) (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, no AP still Diamonds and the boogers in the AP still You can see the boogers in the AP still And I'm still juggin' 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 please 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, won't make you pick All of these whips like slavery shit And I been juggin' 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 tie, pretty pussy, so awesome Pink tie, fresh whip (pink tie) pussy, awesome (so 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, no AP still Diamonds and the boogers in the AP still You can see the boogers in the AP still And I'm still juggin' 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 please me How the fuck we make it so easy? Tramadol pill got me wheezy