Chetta - Take You Out This World lyrics
[Chetta - Take You Out This World lyrics]
Shawty, all them blues looking right, ya
I'm not in the mood, but I might, ya
Clutching in the party, I don't fight, ya
Walk down, when I see you it's on sight, ya
I ain't got no BM but I be out with ya BM
Slide on you like DMs
It's on sight whenever I see him
Pussy try to play me
You get fucked for any reason
I freehand the smoke, keep shooting out
Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)
Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)
Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)
Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)
I ain't come to play, no Cal Ripken
Perc with the syrup got me itching
Bitch know what's up, not twisted
I don't fuck, I don't fuck with you bitches
Yeah you lame, yeah you square
I don't feel 'em
Pull up at the red light, it's a drilling
Off a xan, but it's life, so I'm chilling
Nah, really I don't care about no feelings
I ain't come to chill, I'm tryna get it
Fuck what you heard and ya feelings
Big thirty clip get to filling
I'm off Chef Menteur like a villain
Stash spot in the floor and the ceiling
Yeah I got it, want some more
What's the dealing
Off a tab, but it's life, so I'm chilling
Nah, really I don't care about no feelings
Shawty, all them blues looking right, ya
I'm not in the mood, but I might, ya
Clutching in the party, I don't fight, ya
Walk down, when I see you it's on sight, ya
I ain't got no BM but I be out with ya BM
Slide on you like DMs
It's on sight whenever I see him
Pussy try to play me
You get fucked for any reason
I freehand the smoke, keep shooting out
Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)
Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)
Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)
Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)
I'm not in the mood, but I might, ya
Clutching in the party, I don't fight, ya
Walk down, when I see you it's on sight, ya
I ain't got no BM but I be out with ya BM
Slide on you like DMs
It's on sight whenever I see him
Pussy try to play me
You get fucked for any reason
I freehand the smoke, keep shooting out
Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)
Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)
Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)
Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)
I ain't come to play, no Cal Ripken
Perc with the syrup got me itching
Bitch know what's up, not twisted
I don't fuck, I don't fuck with you bitches
Yeah you lame, yeah you square
I don't feel 'em
Pull up at the red light, it's a drilling
Off a xan, but it's life, so I'm chilling
Nah, really I don't care about no feelings
I ain't come to chill, I'm tryna get it
Fuck what you heard and ya feelings
Big thirty clip get to filling
I'm off Chef Menteur like a villain
Stash spot in the floor and the ceiling
Yeah I got it, want some more
What's the dealing
Off a tab, but it's life, so I'm chilling
Nah, really I don't care about no feelings
Shawty, all them blues looking right, ya
I'm not in the mood, but I might, ya
Clutching in the party, I don't fight, ya
Walk down, when I see you it's on sight, ya
I ain't got no BM but I be out with ya BM
Slide on you like DMs
It's on sight whenever I see him
Pussy try to play me
You get fucked for any reason
I freehand the smoke, keep shooting out
Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)
Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)
Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)
Yeah, he tweaking (tweaking, tweaking)