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Rich The Kid

Chanel Frames

 

Chanel Frames

(album: Rich Forever 4 - 2019)


[Bino:]
Oh, oh' oh

She rocking Chanel frames
It's time to go shoot today
We dumping out with the K
She taste it like lemonade
My brother just beat the case
I'm dripping in fashion
I'm all in her throat and she gagging
She know that we really a savage
Call Shotta 'cause he really sagging
She sucking that dick in the cabin
Thank God I'm living lavish
Don't play with my chicken like Gladys
Cute bitch' we speaking in letters
There ain't no nigga taking my cabbage
And my chain cost your new addy
They got pockets on the fashion' yeah

Who hit that boy, we ain't saying no names, Chanel frames
Wanna cop that Rollie bustdown' fuck a plain Jane
Go score on an opp like a touchdown, put 'em up like a plane
We ain't cuffing no thots over here, my nigga' they all get trained
Ain't no opps get passes over here, lil' nigga, they all get flamed
And you fuck with the opps and you duck with the opps, we gon' treat you the same
I run up a check like a treadmill, you know I'm big boy flexing
Couple P's in the vacuum seal, nigga, try me, you know I'm gon' stretch you
Gang spinning like a Ferris wheel, yeah
Gang spinning like a Ferris wheel
All this ice on me, I'm getting chills
Me and Bino, we keep that steal, yeah, yeah

She rocking Chanel frames
It's time to go shoot today
We dumping out with the K
She taste it like lemonade
My brother just beat the case
I'm dripping in fashion
I'm all in her throat and she gagging
She know that we really a savage
Call Shotta 'cause he really sagging
She sucking that dick in the cabin
Thank God I'm living lavish
Don't play with my chicken like Gladys
Cute bitch, we speaking in letters
There ain't no nigga taking my cabbage
And my chain cost your new addy
They got pockets on the fashion, yeah

Chanel, Chanel, the bag
We whip out that fire like a flag
Too much money, I'm doing the dash
Try to take it, we busting his ass
Say she want a Rollie on her wrist
But she gotta really suck a dick
Then we really set fire like a Bic
Spent 'bout five racks on the 'fit
If she don't turn around, she a trick
Thought about a whole gang in this bitch
Different nigga turn 'round, get flipped
These pussy ass niggas be little
That nigga wanna rap for a deal
That's why when I walk out, I really gotta keep my steel, yeah
I ain't fucking no ho if she ain't trill, yeah
These niggas steady capping, ain't kill nothing
Probably they tell in that building
These niggas bleeding like a period
Pussy nigga looking, get furious
When you gonna shoot? We ain't hearing that
Double cross these niggas in a cul-de-sac
Chanel furs, I can afford that

She rocking Chanel frames
It's time to go shoot today
We dumping out with the K
She taste it like lemonade
My brother just beat the case
I'm dripping in fashion
I'm all in her throat and she gagging
She know that we really a savage
Call Shotta 'cause he really sagging
She sucking that dick in the cabin
Thank God I'm living lavish
Don't play with my chicken like Gladys
Cute bitch, we speaking in letters
There ain't no nigga taking my cabbage
And my chain cost your new addy
They got pockets on the fashion, yeah

[Setitoff83:]
You know, fly like Aladdin
I need me a carpet when I walk through
Bitch, I ain't no iron, I ain't pressing you
I'll be damned if I let 'em play me like a fool
These brand new Chanels got me seeing through
I ain't talking Ray Charles, I ain't seeing you
How your homie die, nigga, you ain't shoot?
Now they out here smoking on him 'cause of you
I don't care who you with, pull that fire
I don't care where he at, we gon' ride on him
Yeah, that nigga dead if my eyes on him
Screaming, "Fuck you," if you ain't my home
Screaming, "Fuck you," if you ain't my nigga
You ain't never kill, I ain't ride with ya
Whenever I see you, better have that iron
Know I'm tryna snap a nigga like a picture, ayy
But I'm on some other type of time now, I got a bustdown
I got some freak hoes at the room, they tryna get bust down
Better free Smoke, he just did ten, my uncle didn't touch down
Really in the field, really tryna kill, nigga, don't get touched now

[Bino:]
She rocking Chanel frames
It's time to go shoot today
We dumping out with the K
She taste it like lemonade
My brother just beat the case
I'm dripping in fashion
I'm all in her throat and she gagging
She know that we really a savage
Call Shotta 'cause he really sagging
She sucking that dick in the cabin
Thank God I'm living lavish
Don't play with my chicken like Gladys
Cute bitch, we speaking in letters
There ain't no nigga taking my cabbage
And my chain cost your new addy
They got pockets on the fashion, yeah

done

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