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Yeat - Chanel Relax Hoe Lyrics

Chanel (Relax hoe) Lyrics[Intro: Yeat]
Ain't never done (Yuh)
In the studio geeked up and shit
(Rision, fuck this shit up)
Relax
(Relax hoe, relax hoe)
Relax (Relax hoe)
Huh, yeah (Relax hoe, relax hoe)
Home by 3 AM, didn't even pop'em (Relax hoe)
They ain't doing shit we doin' (Relax hoe, relax hoe, relax)

[Chorus: Yeat]
Yeah, relax
I'm on the part, can't stress
I feel the beat in my chest
I feel Addy and X, relax
Bitch, can you leave me alone?
Go up and get it, it's gone
Ion receive texts on my phone
I caught the noggin, her dome
Yeah (Yeah), called up my doctor, yeah, that is my plug
I fell in love wit' that Wock' in my cup
Most of y'all fake, y'all be showing no love
And it's sad you think you the one
Gonna pop out wit' Draco, that shit got a drum
7.62, yeah, that shit weigh a ton
Gon' fight me, gon' pull up, that boy got a pump

[Verse: SeptembersRich]
Prada shoes for my bitch, and that shit match the bag
Lil' bitch, she gon' shake that lil' ass for some cash
Living my life too fast, hunnid bad bitches, do the dash
Lil' nigga keep living in the past
Chanel, NUMBER (N)INE, yeah, that shit cost the tag
I gotta whole lotta racks
When I out in the A, you know I got the bag, I got a whole lotta cash (Lotta cash)
Droopy ass bitch sucking dick for some Xans
I told her she need to relax
Most of you niggas be cap
We know that's your homeboy racks
You embarrassed, you flexing his cash
Kid, lil' bitch like a dope
It's something I got on the mark list
Ready set, ready set, go
All of my gang, on go
Balenci' on my head, to my toe

[Chorus: Yeat]
Yeah, relax
I'm on the part, can't stress
I feel the beat in my chest
I feel Addy and X, relax
Bitch, can you leave me alone?
Go up and get it, it's gone
Ion receive texts on my phone
I caught the noggin, her dome
Yeah (Yeah), called up my doctor, yeah, that is my plug
I fell in love wit' that Wock' in my cup
Most of y'all fake, y'all be showing no love
And it's sad you think you the one
Gonna pop out wit' Draco, that shit got a drum
7.62, yeah, that shit weigh a ton
Gon' fight me, gon' pull up, that boy got a pump

[Outro: SeptembersRich]
(Prada shoes for my bitch, and that shit match—)