Corrección Letra Like That par Yo Gotti

Featuring(s) : A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Ty Dolla $ign

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Letra

No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no (RockBoyBeats)
No, no, no, no (That nigga Ladd got the truth)

Yeah, I would take you Chanel if you want me to
Put your foot over your head when I'm fuckin' you
When you say you miss me, I can't tell if it's true
So nowadays I just lie and say, "I miss you too"
But I only bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you
You let me fuck you with your friends so I don't cheat on you
You always put me in my bag, that's where I'm comfortable
And then I get another bag for her

Fuck a bag, bae, let's get a bag, bae
We get money, we ain't trippin' on what the tag say
One got the Rolls truck, you got the mansion Wraith
You ain't wanna have a threesome, you wanted to play it safe
Now you a big ol', big ol' freak, comin' at your body
'Long as I got you and you got me we don't need nobody
Ain't gon' lie like I'm just perfect, go buy you some purses
Cover up the pain when I know you out here hurtin'
I'm just tryna fast for what you past, but you make a couple memories
Fuck you with no rubber, make a couple mini-mes
Turnt your ex to a hater, make him envy me
You know I'm locked in these streets 'till they sentence me

Yeah, I would take you Chanel if you want me to
Put your foot over your head when I'm fuckin' you
When you say you miss me, I can't tell if it's true
So nowadays I just lie and say, "I miss you too"
But I only bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you
You let me fuck you with your friends so I don't cheat on you
You always put me in my bag, that's where I'm comfortable
And then I get another bag for her

No, no, no, no
I could tell you don't fuck with real niggas like that
No, no, no, no
I could tell you don't fuck with real niggas like that

Fuck being mad, I'd rather blow a bag
She said he cheated, broke her heart, she wanna pay him back
You gotta think beyond the surface, you gotta protect the brand
Every queen got a purpose, you thinking like you worthless
Fuck the purses and gifts, cars and the crib without the D's and slips
Is it really yours, is it really yours? I can hear it in your voice that pussy moist
I know you think that you don't got a choice, if you want a real nigga the choice is yours
The money yours, new Porsche, Saint Laurent, Fendi, and Christian Dior

Yeah, I would take you Chanel if you want me to
Put your foot over your head when I'm fuckin' you
When you say you miss me, I can't tell if it's true
So nowadays I just lie and say, "I miss you too"
But I only bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you
You let me fuck you with your friends so I don't cheat on you
You always put me in my bag, that's where I'm comfortable
And then I get another bag for her

I bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you
I fucked you with your friends 'cause you told me we was cool like that
Spent the bag, made you comfortable
Baby, I could tell you don't fuck with real niggas like that
No, no, no, no
I could tell you don't fuck with real niggas like that
No, no, no, no
I could tell you don't fuck with real niggas like that

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