StanWill - Chemistry lyrics
[StanWill - Chemistry lyrics]
Yeah, ha ha ha ha, bitch
Yeah, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright what I say?
(Ayy, Melly, what the fuck is that?)
She gon' fuck me and bro ’cause we both lit
He ain't SBDSM then he don't shit
Everywhere a nigga go, you know I tote blick
And if I ain’t in the booth
I'm in a cold bitch
If I ain't in a cold bitch
I'm in a fast thang
Gassed up, ain't gotta use no brakes
I'm in a fast lane
Double blickies on me, popping out
I feel like Max Payne
We got chemistry, your bitch gon' fuck
Me off the lab chain, ha ha
I can't keep a bitch ’cause
I’m rude and I'm stuck-up nah, really
I can’t keep a bitch 'cause I can't trust one
Got hit in his shit thinking he tough, boy
That's some tough luck
Told her bring her friend
It ain’t no fun if it's just one slut
It's a dirty game
I think thesе niggas tryna cheat yo baby
Look at my DMs
A hunnid models tryna eat yo baby
Widеbody Hellcat
I'm finna do the street so crazy
The dirt road to success
I ain't need no pavement
Got a 9 and a 30 tucked but it's ten o'clock
Almost shot a fan
That nigga could've been a opp
On the road reading writers
I ain't cooking in no pot
Only thing I see is money when
I'm looking at a clock
I be rapping 'bout the road
'cause I'm on that bitch
She don't suck no dick? Red flag
I'ma ho that bitch
Why I tote a Glock? 'Cause if he reach
I'll fold his bitch
Nicknamed my ho "Elsa" 'cause
She the coldest bitch
You only hate me 'cause you broke
Did that occur to you? Aiming for his head
Tryna make him a convertible
If brodie pull the ski mask down
He gon' burgle you
Morton Grove in a coffee cup
This some turtle juice
She tryna fuck me 'cause I'm up
Used to ho when I was poor
When you was hopping off the bed
I was hopping off the porch
Coffee tint Cartier's, bitch
I'm looking like a dork
Green beam on every Glock
It's looking like I got the force
I can't go nowhere without my Glock
It's just my way of life
I done made a killing off the punches
Feel like Dana White
Lay a finger on my babies? You
Gon' have to pay the price
She ain't tryna fuck my mans and she
Think she gon' stay the night?
Ate me like a zombie
I guess that's what that añejo do
From a city where if you got money
They gon' hate on you
The KKK could lynch us both, bitch
I wouldn't hang with you (Ha ha, yeah)
She gon' fuck me and bro 'cause we both lit
He ain't SBDSM, then he don't shit
Everywhere a nigga go, you know I tote blick
And if I ain't in the booth
I'm in a cold bitch
If I ain't in a cold bitch
I'm in a fast thang
Gassed up, ain't gotta use no brakes
I'm in a fast lane
Double blickies on me, popping out
I feel like Max Payne
We got chemistry, your bitch gon' fuck
Me off the lab chain, ha ha
Yeah, real ShittyBoy shit and she gon'
Fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit, dumbass
Yeah, though
Yeah, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright what I say?
(Ayy, Melly, what the fuck is that?)
She gon' fuck me and bro ’cause we both lit
He ain't SBDSM then he don't shit
Everywhere a nigga go, you know I tote blick
And if I ain’t in the booth
I'm in a cold bitch
If I ain't in a cold bitch
I'm in a fast thang
Gassed up, ain't gotta use no brakes
I'm in a fast lane
Double blickies on me, popping out
I feel like Max Payne
We got chemistry, your bitch gon' fuck
Me off the lab chain, ha ha
I can't keep a bitch ’cause
I’m rude and I'm stuck-up nah, really
I can’t keep a bitch 'cause I can't trust one
Got hit in his shit thinking he tough, boy
That's some tough luck
Told her bring her friend
It ain’t no fun if it's just one slut
It's a dirty game
I think thesе niggas tryna cheat yo baby
Look at my DMs
A hunnid models tryna eat yo baby
Widеbody Hellcat
I'm finna do the street so crazy
The dirt road to success
I ain't need no pavement
Got a 9 and a 30 tucked but it's ten o'clock
Almost shot a fan
That nigga could've been a opp
On the road reading writers
I ain't cooking in no pot
Only thing I see is money when
I'm looking at a clock
I be rapping 'bout the road
'cause I'm on that bitch
She don't suck no dick? Red flag
I'ma ho that bitch
Why I tote a Glock? 'Cause if he reach
I'll fold his bitch
Nicknamed my ho "Elsa" 'cause
She the coldest bitch
You only hate me 'cause you broke
Did that occur to you? Aiming for his head
Tryna make him a convertible
If brodie pull the ski mask down
He gon' burgle you
Morton Grove in a coffee cup
This some turtle juice
She tryna fuck me 'cause I'm up
Used to ho when I was poor
When you was hopping off the bed
I was hopping off the porch
Coffee tint Cartier's, bitch
I'm looking like a dork
Green beam on every Glock
It's looking like I got the force
I can't go nowhere without my Glock
It's just my way of life
I done made a killing off the punches
Feel like Dana White
Lay a finger on my babies? You
Gon' have to pay the price
She ain't tryna fuck my mans and she
Think she gon' stay the night?
Ate me like a zombie
I guess that's what that añejo do
From a city where if you got money
They gon' hate on you
The KKK could lynch us both, bitch
I wouldn't hang with you (Ha ha, yeah)
She gon' fuck me and bro 'cause we both lit
He ain't SBDSM, then he don't shit
Everywhere a nigga go, you know I tote blick
And if I ain't in the booth
I'm in a cold bitch
If I ain't in a cold bitch
I'm in a fast thang
Gassed up, ain't gotta use no brakes
I'm in a fast lane
Double blickies on me, popping out
I feel like Max Payne
We got chemistry, your bitch gon' fuck
Me off the lab chain, ha ha
Yeah, real ShittyBoy shit and she gon'
Fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit, dumbass
Yeah, though