Correction Lyrics Chances by Blanco

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(Blanco) Uh
I gave 'em chance after chance
For real

I gave 'em chance after chance (Chance)
Whole lotta bands in my pants (Racks)
Eliot diamonds gon' dance (Shine)
No, I don't need no advance (No)
Jumped off the porch and I turned to a man
Shoutout to Thugger, he bought me some land
He mad at me 'cause his b*t*h is a fan
They sleep on me like they on Xans
Came from the trap, I got nominated
When I walk in the spot, they accommodated
I had to stay down and they know how long I waited
Now my car's foreign and my house is gated
I never pick and choose, that's when them b*t*hes do
Girl it's gon' take a whole lot to get rid of you
We don't be lovin' these b*t*hes, we switch-a-roo
through lanes and I'm in that new Bentley coupe

She said she like how I do it
I told her, "Shh, it ain't nothin' to it"
This ain't no tug of war, but I got pull
Already ate on these n***as, I'm full
She tryna go with me tourin'
Blowin' they mortgage, smoked a whole forest
Travelin' all round the globe like a tourist
Rememberin' times when I couldn't afford it
I gave 'em chance after chance
Had to cut 'em off, they f**ked up the plans
Made Biscotti, probably need my own strand
If you get caught stealin', cut off your hand
I got some neck on a jet
B*t*hes be doin like I say so
Plus I could put your lil' b*t*h on a payroll
Go get the money, I don't gotta lay low (Go get the money, yeah)
If it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck (Stuck)
Playin' with me is like playin' with a bomb
Boy, you finna run out of luck (Boom)
I can get him hit for a little ol' nothin'
My shooters all by the book (Pew, pew)
I'm droppin' my nuts, n***a, you know what's up
You can see in my eyes that I don't give a f**k (Don't give a f**k)
I gave 'em chance after chance (Chance)
Whole lotta bands in my pants (Racks)
Eliot diamonds gon' dance (Shine)
No, I don't need no advance (No)
Jumped off the porch and I turned to a man
Shoutout to Thugger, he bought me some land
He mad at me 'cause his b*t*h is a fan
They sleep on me like they on Xans
Came from the trap, I got nominated
When I walk in the spot, they accommodated
I had to stay down and they know how long I waited
Now my car's foreign and my house is gated
I never pick and choose, that's when them b*t*hes do
Girl it's gon' take a whole lot to get rid of you
We don't be lovin' these b*t*hes, we switch-a-roo
through lanes and I'm in that new Bentley coupe

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