Chewing Gum

My man Rico MDB in the house
My dog C-9 with the date
My dog TC over here, grinnin' all golden
And he finna come up
Street smart-

Looking for the chewin', for the chewin'
Tell me what you want from me (looking for the chewin', for the chewin')
Tell me what you want from me (looking for the chewin', for the chewin')
Tell me what you want from me (looking for the chewin', for the chewin')
Tell me what you want from me (looking for the chewin', for the chewin')

Switchin' up your style, but you've waited too long
Finally hit you now, it's wrong
Basing yourself, and racing yourself in the name of truth
What's true?

Brother, baby, we've seen it all
And we're tired, so what you want from me? (Grill on froze)
Looking for the chewin', for the chewin'

Tell me what you want from me (looking for the chewin', for the chewin')
Tell me what you want from me (looking for the chewin', for the chewin')
Tell me what you want from me (looking for the chewin', for the chewin')
Tell me what you want from me (looking for the chewin', for the chewin')

Nothing can replace me if you're not taking my lead
Better to be broken than in need, uh
Brother, baby, we've seen it all
And we're tired, uh, so what you want from me? (You want from me?)

Tell me what you want from me (what you want from me, baby)
Tell me what you want from me (grill on froze)
Tell me what you want from me (want from me)
Tell me what you want from me

Lookin' for the chewin', for the jaw
Blowing like the time, word of mouth
Shawty told me that this world is ours
Selfish with that pussy like it's mine
Peppermint, double-mint, spearmint, type of shit
She the type of chick to get right on the dick
Ride on the dick, with no license and shit, uh

No relatives, sentimental
It's detrimental, still compared to this relevance
She the type of chick to get right on the dick
Ride on the dick, with no license and shit, uh

Back and forth, wall to wall, using jaw
Losin' drawers in the sauce, now
On the job, never off, that pussy got, won't let her off, and it's all good
Shout out my ex, though, she was the best, though
Got on my damn nerves, hella fresh, though
I bought that Guess shirt, she had that mesh shirt
I turn it to a sweatshirt, throw on that Sweatshirt

She fuck with Earl, too
She fuck with girls, too
I fuck with her too
Tell her quit the chattin', jaws made for chewin'
If you fuckin' with me, bet you know what you're doin', like

Patta, I like the dirty, dirty, I love to beat it, beat it
Tell her lies and I promise whole lot of shit
She'll never get, bend over, let me hit
A North Memphis nigga, bitch, he is very slick
Hoe, don't beat a bih, and they see you break
A whole mogul rich nigga, I got pretty tastes
She get it like she do plus she pretty freak
I got choppas, call me pretty Drake



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Writer(s): Dev Hynes, Rakim Mayers, Patrick Houston
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