Chanel No. 5 (with Fousheé)
I bought my bitch some Chanel No. 5
Five star the blicky, I rep for the five (oooh)
Cum on that bitch, she a snail full of slime
Pull the trigger like the tail of a lion
Four finger ring, leave a ring 'round your eye
Buss down brass knuckles, she wink and I fuck her
You blink and I bluck her, that Nina I'm tuckin'
Just call me Big Buzzalino, I'm buzzin'
I let the stick talk for me, I'm a puppet
Oh, yeah, walk around, you gon' get sprayed (sprayed)
Hey, hey
I see the hate everywhere in my eyes
Lil' bae just text, "Where you at?" No reply
I skeet in her face, she laid back, open wide
Before we had cake, niggas had humble pie
I smell like cream and Chanel No. 5
You smell Codeine when I belch in the air
I put OG in the air, that's a log
Choppa gon' ring like, "Hello? It's for y'all" (hello?)
Coco Chanel
All of my niggas, they loco Chanel
I'm only puttin' West Coast in the L
Okay, okay, now I'm smokin' Chanel
Rich as a bitch, I'm like Oprah, Chanel
All of these niggas, they broker than nails
All of these niggas, they jokin', Chapelle
I spent a millon on Venmo and on Zelle
And It's flyin' off the shelf (shelf)
Them worry about stylin' wearing like Chanel
Yeah, I think they want me to fail
They know damn well if it's featurin' Fousheé then that shit gon' sell
They don't acknowledge but dip in the well
I got a Grammy while clippin' my nails
Huh, I ain't gotta prove shit, I could scream in this bitch
Got the pop bitches rockin' now, then switch
New sound, new wig, new cadence, brand new style
You could copy now, I'm singin' like, "Mm-hmm, alright"
I ain't gotta try hard, it's so light
Got all of this green, it's go time
I'ma make 'em go mad in no time
They sayin' shit gettin' spooky
So I put my money on Tunechi
I put my heart in that loose-leaf
So I never trust, another loose lip
And it's flyin' off the shelf (shelf)
Them worry about stylin' wearing like Chanel
That's why I wanna be like myself
Them worry about stylin' wearing like Chanel
I bought my bitch some Chanel No. 5
Five star the blicky, I rep for the five
Cum on that bitch, she a snail full of slime
Pull the trigger like the tail of a lion
Four finger ring, leave a ring 'round your eye
Buss down brass knuckles, she wink and I fuck her
You blink and I bluck her, that Nina I'm tuckin'
Just call me Big Buzzalino, I'm buzzin'
I let the stick talk for me, I'm a puppet
Oh, yeah walk around, you gon' get sprayed (sprayed)
Hey, hey
Okay, I got that white girl, Adele
I got that white girl, Adele
What is all this fake shit that smell?
Boy, I'm goin' ape shit like for real
Wait, I smell like weed and Chanel No. 5
I make her scream 'til I tell her, "Be quiet"
Get on your knees and make me weak in mine
I say, "Aw, yeah" like dis the five
"Aw, yeah" like dis the five, I smell like her and Chanel No. 5
I'm twistin' purple and yellow, LeBron
I feel like Earth, Wind and Fire combined
I smell like weed and Chanel No. 5
His bitch smell like me, he can smell when she lyin'
He punchin' her nose, but won't dare hit a guy
That nigga pussy and his girl pussy mine
I smell like Snoop and Chanel No. 5
He throw up the deuce, I just held up a five
I'm faster, my nigga, just fell from the sky
There's love in the air, hold my breath, count to five
Blink, blink and I bluck her, that Nina I'm tuckin' (Nina I'm tickin')
I let the stick talk for me, I'm a puppet
(I'm a puppet yeah, yeah)
Five star the blicky, I rep for the five (oooh)
Cum on that bitch, she a snail full of slime
Pull the trigger like the tail of a lion
Four finger ring, leave a ring 'round your eye
Buss down brass knuckles, she wink and I fuck her
You blink and I bluck her, that Nina I'm tuckin'
Just call me Big Buzzalino, I'm buzzin'
I let the stick talk for me, I'm a puppet
Oh, yeah, walk around, you gon' get sprayed (sprayed)
Hey, hey
I see the hate everywhere in my eyes
Lil' bae just text, "Where you at?" No reply
I skeet in her face, she laid back, open wide
Before we had cake, niggas had humble pie
I smell like cream and Chanel No. 5
You smell Codeine when I belch in the air
I put OG in the air, that's a log
Choppa gon' ring like, "Hello? It's for y'all" (hello?)
Coco Chanel
All of my niggas, they loco Chanel
I'm only puttin' West Coast in the L
Okay, okay, now I'm smokin' Chanel
Rich as a bitch, I'm like Oprah, Chanel
All of these niggas, they broker than nails
All of these niggas, they jokin', Chapelle
I spent a millon on Venmo and on Zelle
And It's flyin' off the shelf (shelf)
Them worry about stylin' wearing like Chanel
Yeah, I think they want me to fail
They know damn well if it's featurin' Fousheé then that shit gon' sell
They don't acknowledge but dip in the well
I got a Grammy while clippin' my nails
Huh, I ain't gotta prove shit, I could scream in this bitch
Got the pop bitches rockin' now, then switch
New sound, new wig, new cadence, brand new style
You could copy now, I'm singin' like, "Mm-hmm, alright"
I ain't gotta try hard, it's so light
Got all of this green, it's go time
I'ma make 'em go mad in no time
They sayin' shit gettin' spooky
So I put my money on Tunechi
I put my heart in that loose-leaf
So I never trust, another loose lip
And it's flyin' off the shelf (shelf)
Them worry about stylin' wearing like Chanel
That's why I wanna be like myself
Them worry about stylin' wearing like Chanel
I bought my bitch some Chanel No. 5
Five star the blicky, I rep for the five
Cum on that bitch, she a snail full of slime
Pull the trigger like the tail of a lion
Four finger ring, leave a ring 'round your eye
Buss down brass knuckles, she wink and I fuck her
You blink and I bluck her, that Nina I'm tuckin'
Just call me Big Buzzalino, I'm buzzin'
I let the stick talk for me, I'm a puppet
Oh, yeah walk around, you gon' get sprayed (sprayed)
Hey, hey
Okay, I got that white girl, Adele
I got that white girl, Adele
What is all this fake shit that smell?
Boy, I'm goin' ape shit like for real
Wait, I smell like weed and Chanel No. 5
I make her scream 'til I tell her, "Be quiet"
Get on your knees and make me weak in mine
I say, "Aw, yeah" like dis the five
"Aw, yeah" like dis the five, I smell like her and Chanel No. 5
I'm twistin' purple and yellow, LeBron
I feel like Earth, Wind and Fire combined
I smell like weed and Chanel No. 5
His bitch smell like me, he can smell when she lyin'
He punchin' her nose, but won't dare hit a guy
That nigga pussy and his girl pussy mine
I smell like Snoop and Chanel No. 5
He throw up the deuce, I just held up a five
I'm faster, my nigga, just fell from the sky
There's love in the air, hold my breath, count to five
Blink, blink and I bluck her, that Nina I'm tuckin' (Nina I'm tickin')
I let the stick talk for me, I'm a puppet
(I'm a puppet yeah, yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Manny Galvez, Julian Munro, Britanny Foushee
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