CHILI FROM TLC Lyrics

Girl come dance with a nigga

Slow jam with a nigga

Take your chance with a nigga

It's like every time we dance its like 90's R&B

I ain't no scrub baby girl

But I need your TLC

Oh how ironic Look like Chili from TLC

I'm tryna make 8 babies, get a show on TLC

I'm tryna get them extra levels, tryna buy your DLC

I'm tryna take you to the motherland, vacate overseas

I'm tryna surround myself with money, cause I swear that's all I need

And I can never pollute the money, cause this money's how I breathe

Cause I bring money to the table, never ask you what you bring

I'll never ask you what you bring, just never ask me for a ring

These niggas mad, they model broad was ol hoe

And she ain't GoPro, till I told her Go Pro

I remember when she sold you nude photos

And now your ass chasing rings like Frodo

You're the lord of the rings,

I'm the lord of them things

And there's just more that I bring

You niggas can't sit with me

You can't get no sympathy

You niggas simping for free

You play in the simp-hony

Yeah, girl come dance with a nigga

Slow jam with a nigga

Take your chance with a nigga