Chuckie Lyrics

What do we need men for

Reproduce, that's all

My husband takes care of me financially

I'm making my money and I'm saving it

He's taking care of me and I'm stacking my money

Men are useless

I want to differentiate between straight men and gay men

I will die without gay men

I need my man three to four times a week

Shout out to Chucky, after this hope he fuck with me

This ain't no diss, nah, nah

It's just a courtesy

Furthermore, you're my nigga

I just think that you need some peace

Seems transparency might be the way to go, you see

Four years old, you was moving so punctually

Then you got older

Then you start moving reluctantly

Casting stones at my name like you really don't fuck with me

It's cool

It's just some things that really stuck with me

Still remember when you met Tiffany at the Applebee's

We was laughing about all the niggas still trying to clap at me

So you walked up to shawty and asked if she had company

Tiffany said, nah

She just wanted to be sucker free

All you knew is that that ass was flaunting mint green

I saw her look back at you while my nigga still cheesing

Looked in her eyes and said, mama, the ass is tempting

I'm only in town for a couple of days

What's your IG

The next day she hit your line

She said she got the double treat

Pull up to the spot

Where you at

Room 403

Before we do anything, I gotta tell you something

As far as fucking with me, it does come with a couple fees

I model on the side

Only fans get sneak peeks

You was like, fuck it

Just make sure to keep it discreet

You hang with the blueberries

You live near the bumblebees

You my nigga

Of course, you exchange more than currency

Dropped her off at four-four-G. Next day, the slut meet

Couple months go by

You took her on a shopping spree

You took Tiffany, ironically, to shop at Tiffany

She want the stones to match our colors

It was Jubilee

Plus the trips in Cincinnati and the ones in Bailey's

Peel off an AMG, getting top in a third speed

He say, Tiffany, baby, I ain't got no safety

It's OK, daddy, daddy, as long as you taste me

Yeah

Watch the bitch doing burpees

She getting sturdy

Yeah

I ain't saying don't go fuck the bitches

Go ahead

I guess for yourself, there's no respect

Uh-huh

Thought you was the only one getting sex

Yeah

I know in life, you go through trials and obstacles

As far as numbers, bout ain't impossible

Them niggas getting them freebies while you're

Taking to the tropicals

But I ain't stopping you

Them real niggas ain't watching you

But wonder why they rob me

You cool

They know your secrets, where you live, and who you be with

Where you go, where you be leaving, who you pray with

So you can learn to live with your demons

And that's that

You keep over on 35th and fuck it

Charge it to the game

Ain't Chucky still my main

But you know we ain't the same

Sometimes I could be the rain

Three weeks later, he added three more letters to his name

He put a bullet in his brain

My nigga never been the same

My nigga gone

Yeah

Shout out to Chucky

Shout out to my nigga Chucky

All you niggas is Chucky's

Shout out to Chucky