Chewing Gum (feat. A$AP Rocky & Project Pat) [Edit]

Looking for the truth, for the truth

Tell me what you want from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth)
Tell me what you want from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth)
Tell me what you want from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth)
Tell me what you want from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth)

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 truth

Tell me what you want from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth)
Tell me what you want from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth)
Tell me what you want from me (Grill
on--) (lookin for the truth, for the truth)
Tell me what you want from me (lookin for the truth, for the truth)

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?

Tell me what you want from me (what you want from me, from me)
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 (Oh my God, what camera tho')

Lookin' for the truth, for the job
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, be compared to its 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
Losing drawers, it's exhausting
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

Pep talk. I like the dirty, dirty, the little, beat it, beat it
Tell her mind and my brothers a whole lot of shit
She will never get in
You know will let me hit it
I know i'll never make a bitch feel very sleepy
Go ahead of me and this ain't a break
A whole mogul rich nigga, I got pretty tastes
She get it like she do plus I get plenty hate
I got choppas call me pretty Drake



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