Chardonnay

Lyrics

[Hook: Lastee] I tell her I'm on my way And I got a Chardonnay I know that she love that shit On my dick she wanna sit I tell her I'm on my way Your bitch I might confiscate She a bomb, she a grenade You can have her back later [Verse 1: Lastee] She can not be kinky sober So I brought lean and some soda I finna bend her over Fuck a bedroom we got a sofa Don't let this moment pass, cause in the morning it's over Girl you look like you got class, I'm feeling like a Cassanova Now she all wet like she in the sauna She drips like a bottle of cold Coca-cola I'm having a conversaton with a tweens I'm fluent with the body language She keeps saying that I'm sweet but I can be a little savage (ooh, ooh, ooh) [Hook: Lastee] I tell her I'm on my way And I got a Chardonnay I know that she love that shit On my dick she wanna sit I tell her I'm on my way Your bitch I might confiscate She a bomb, she a grenade You can have her back later [Verse 2: Crowned Yung] I told lil' mama hold up, one minute I'll be quick I swear Got tired of my old bitch cause I wore out so I went ahead and got a spare She was in and out like a snare Fucked on the couch in the dragon's lair Cough out weed we passive here Hidding aiming from Camden square Fight that pussy I'm brawling From the South, ain't talking New Orleans I'm a rider till she forkin' Then take off I ain't with the touring Fist cock back, approach with caution Gang on site here to take your Porsche I like Pinots like Nipsey from Slauson It's a long line to the bitch to fall in [Hook: Lastee] I tell her I'm on my way And I got a Chardonnay I know that she love that shit On my dick she wanna sit I tell her I'm on my way Your bitch I might confiscate She a bomb, she a grenade You can have her back later [Verse 3: Nasty C] Put your back in, poke out the ass baby The harder I stroke the more you get mad wavy You say you back and you back for a bag baby I know two of the same, your mouth and a pram I beat the boss make the bitch wig slip off Drive the bitch crazy make the wheels spin-off I know you think you icy niggas will defrost All them hollow chains you a Giggs imposter Gorillas in the cut check your tone You a pussy nigga immitating thugs from your home Face tats make a fake rat feel strong When a captain goes wrong they put caps in their own It's a cold...world get your coat So when we get hot, we splurge and we boast I developed rappin' went nerd on the folks Get my information go to work (woah) Back to the topic I'm on my way She got ass in the pockets, oh my days I know you had a long day and your man is a lame Make you drop like hate, well I'm gon' hydrate ya I ain't gon' lie, I'm gon' be late but... On the bright side you only wait for the great stuff I'm getting some paper, wine, weed and K-cups As soon as the wait's up, I'm picking your weight up [Hook: Lastee] I tell her I'm on my way And I got a Chardonnay I know that she love that shit On my dick she wanna sit I tell her I'm on my way Your bitch I might confiscate She a bomb, she a grenade You can have her back later