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Lil Tecca - Chanel Fragrance Lyrics

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[Intro]
...Angelic (Plug), angelic
Ayy (Why these niggas jealous?)
Ayy (Angelic)
Why these niggas jealous?

[Chorus]
I think I know what you want, it's the Chanel fragrance
Got a bad bitch on me, yeah, and she Jamaican
Got Off-White, like a motherfuckin' racist
B.B. Simon, AF1's, brought it back to the basics
And I know what you want, yeah, Chanel fragrance
Baby girl, you know I want you, yeah, why you playin'?
And I'm speakin' guap, no Thotanese, she don't know what I'm sayin'
I see through all these niggas, they don’t know I know they fakin', fakin'

[Verse 1]
Nah, I just told her "Be real," I was feelin' her
Man, these niggas, they be opps tryna kill the vibe
And my life like a movie, no cinema
Skirt off like Tokyo Drift, I'ma push to start
In the stu' everyday and you at a party
And my life like a party, welcome to the party
We poppin' that smoke if he talkin' naughty
And I started this drip [?] shawty
[Chorus]
I think I know what you want, it's the Chanel fragrance
Got a bad bitch on me, yeah, and she Jamaican
Got Off-White, like a motherfuckin' racist
B.B. Simon, AF1's, brought it back to the basics
And I know what you want, yeah, Chanel fragrance
Baby girl, you know I want you, yeah, why you playin'?
And I'm speakin' guap, no Thotanese, she don't know what I'm sayin'
I see through all these niggas, they don’t know I know they fakin', fakin'

[Verse 2]
Everyday, everyday somethin' fuckin' up my mood
Somethin' fuckin' up my mood
Somethin' fuckin' up my mood
And I ain't gon' lie, and this shit not fun
I'm fuckin' your bitch and she rollin'
I fuck her, I'm sippin' this rum (Plug)
Ooh, yeah, drip on a nigga
Flex on that boy but I won't shit on a nigga (But I won't shit)
I told these niggas I don't owe shit to a niggas (I don't owe shit)
But what you got, that ain't shit to a nigga

[Chorus]
I think I know what you want, it's the Chanel fragrance
Got a bad bitch on me, yeah, and she Jamaican
Got Off-White, like a motherfuckin' racist
B.B. Simon, AF1's, brought it back to the basics
And I know what you want, yeah, Chanel fragrance
Baby girl, you know I want you, yeah, why you playin'?
And I'm speakin' guap, no Thotanese, she don't know what I'm sayin'
I see through all these niggas, they don’t know I know they fakin', fakin'