Chardonnay ft. Nasty C & Crownedyung Lyrics

I tell her I’m on my way

And I got a Chardonnay

I know that she loves that shit

On my dick she wanna sit

I tell her I’m on my way

Your bitch ima confiscate

She’s a bomb she’s a grenade

You can have her back later

She cannot be kinky sober

So I brought lean and some soda

I’m fienda bend her over

Fuck a bedroom we’ve got a sofa

Don’t let this moment pass

Cause in the morning it’s over

Girl you look like you’ve got class

I’m feeling like a Casanova

Now she all wet like she in the sauna

She drips like a bottle of cold Coca-Cola

I’m having a conversation with her twins

I’m fluent with that body language

She keeps saying I’m sweet

But I can be a little savage ooh ooh ooh

I tell her I’m on my way

And I got a Chardonnay

I know that she loves that shit

On my dick she wanna sit

I tell her I’m on my way

Your bitch ima confiscate

She’s a bomb she’s a grenade

You can have her back later

I told lil mama hold up

One minute I’ll be quick I swear

Got tired of my old bitch ‘cause I wore her out

So I went ahead and got me a spare

She was in and out like a snare

Fucked on a couch in the dragon’s lair

Cuff our weed we ain’t passive here

Higher than Amy from Camden Square I swear

Fight that pussy I’m brawling

From the south ain’t talking New Orleans

Ima ride her ‘til she forking

Then take off I ain’t with detouring

Fist cocked back approach with caution

Gang on sight here to take your portion

I like blue notes like Nipssey from Slauson

It’s a long line tell the bitch to fall in

I tell her I’m on my way

And I got a Chardonnay

I know that she loves that shit

On my dick she wanna sit

I tell her I’m on my way

Your bitch ima confiscate

She’s a bomb she’s a grenade

You can have her back later

Put your back in poke out the ass baby

The harder I stroke the more it get mad wavy

You say you’re bad can you gag for a bag baby

I know two of the same your mouth and a pram

I beat the box make the bitch wig slip off her

Drive the bitch crazy make the wheels spin off her

Oh you think you’re icy knigga we’ll defrost ya

All those hollow chains you’re a Giggs imposter

Gorillas in the cut check your tone

You’re a pussy knigga imitating thugs from your home

Face tats make a fake brat feel strong

When the cappin goes wrong they put caps in their own

It’s a cold world get your coat

So when we get hot we splurge and we boast

I picked up a book and went nerd on ‘em folks

Get my information go to work woah

Back to the topic I’m on my way

She got ass in her pockets oh my days

I know you had a long day and your man is a lame

Make you dry-up like hay well I’m gon’ hydrate ya

I ain’t gon’ lie I’m gon’ be late but

On the bright side you only wait for the great stuff

I’m getting some paper, wine, weed and cake cups

As soon as the wait’s up I’m picking your weight up

I tell her I’m on my way

And I got a Chardonnay

I know that she loves that shit

On my dick she wanna sit

I tell her I’m on my way

Your bitch ima confiscate

She’s a bomb she’s a grenade

You can have her back later