Chanel Lyrics

Ohhhhh

Ohhhhh

Ohhhhh

I'm on the Muh fucking moon and you know it

Man this shit getting cold Poland

I get high in my mood when I'm Muh fucking rolling

When a nigga gets Muh fucking zoned in

You get shot with this Muh fucking Blick if you Muh fucking owe me

This sprite its getting washed down with some codeine

At night you can get the smoke if its loaded

Pull drool on my shit while she Muh fucking stroke it

At night i get zooted for real i loose track of the time on the Muh fucking clock

And you know Ima pull up and pop

If i find out you snitched on the Muh fucking guys

We gone take that little boy on a ride

We gone beat that little boy with the Fye

If you talking on Destin then you can just die

Thats my nigga four L forever gone ride

Chanel and the louis

Your bitch giving that big head you would thing she was stewie

Your hoe she getting bread Chanel on the coochie

Holdon

She wants to school me

If you play then you know we gone shoot it

All through my life i just want a fast car so i can go zooming

Just want a fast car

I just want a fast car so i can go zooming

When I'm on the clock

Bitch you know Ima pop

We all gone die

Keeping that Fye

Stay with my mini me

I got a tendency

Get tired of GA mud might take me a trip up to Tennessee

Like Lotty dotty Dah

I do not know what to tell your mom

when that nigga die soon

Where do you want to be for the rest of your life

I will remind you

She sucking she Fucking me good

So Ima tell her that we is for life boo

She get to texting my phone like bae i just want to come pipe you

She get to texting my phone like bae i just want to come pipe you

She get to texting my phone like bae i just want to come pipe you

I'm on the Muh fucking moon and you know it

Man this shit getting cold Poland

I get high in my mood when I'm Muh fucking rolling

When a nigga gets Muh fucking zoned in

You get shot with this Muh fucking Blick if you Muh fucking owe me

This sprite its getting washed down with some codeine

At night you can get the smoke if its loaded

Pull drool on my shit while she Muh fucking stroke it

At night I get zooted for real I loose track of the time on the Muh fucking clock

And you know Ima pull up and pop

If i find out you snitched on the Muh fucking guys

We gone take that little boy on a ride

We gone beat that little boy with the Fye

If you talking on Destin then you can just die

Thats my nigga four L forever gone ride

We gone hang with the Glock

We gone hang with the .9mm

On the gang a nigga is dying

If I see a Opp I ant spitting no Rhymes

I'm like fuck it we don't like to call this a crime

Catch us a Opp put that boy in the sky

Take that little boy out his Muh fucking mind

Get your little shorty all off my phone

Your sister is bussing right out of this bong

Your sister is bussing right out of this bong