CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Chatter

Yeah
(It's Awful Daniel)

Slide to her crib, beat it Michael Jackson
I know hella n***as wanna put me on my back
But no, I can't let it happen
'cause I ain't with the chatter

Get up out my way if you're a threat to me
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
If I know you're hatin', then you're dead to me
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
She for everybody, call her Heffanie
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I can't fall in love or let her get to me
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Slide to her crib, beat it like abuser
Had to cut her off 'cause I ain't wanna use her
Tеll me if it's up, get off the computеr
If you wanna play with me, this choppa gon' amuse ya
Oh, aim it ride at your medulla
Boom, boom, boom, boom, now them bullets goin' through ya
Flex on my ex, but I used to be a loser
Snakes on my head got me feelin' like Medusa
I'm really with the sh*ts and I can hit your b*t*h
I ain't worried 'bout them n***as 'cause they be talkin' that gibberish, oh
I was gettin' dope but now I'm gettin' rich, oh
I'm Unghetto but my b*t*h know how to flip a brick

Slide to her crib, beat it Michael Jackson
I know hella n***as wanna put me on my back
But no, I can't let it happen
'cause I ain't with the chatter

Get up out my way if you're a threat to me
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
If I know you're hatin', then you're dead to me
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
She for everybody, call her Heffanie
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I can't fall in love or let her get to me
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Baby, I'm a thug, I can't fall in love
You won't catch me in that b*t*h unless my [?] in the club
Took her out the hood, got my b*t*h a bag
Taught her how to get that money, now she bringin' in that cash (Now she bringin' in that), ayy
I can't f**k a b*t*h if she ain't 'bout her cheese
Woah, woah, woah, woah (The f**k I look like?)
f**ked your n***a b*t*h 'cause he ain't f**kin' with me
Woah, woah, woah, woah (And I'll keep that lil' b*t*h too)
All my shows, know I gotta pick up that bag and
f**k that ho', goin' crazy, slappin' on her backend
Chickin' in my pockets fallin' out
All these b*t*hes goin' when they say I'm that n***a now
Swervin' in that Lambo, you ain't catchin' sh*t
I was in that bando tryna hit a lick
I got big guns like Rambo, b*t*h n***a, don't get hit
Pullin' strings like a banjo, the leader of my clique (I'm the leader of my clique, n***a)

Slide to her crib, beat it Michael Jackson
I know hella n***as wanna put me on my back
But no, I can't let it happen
'cause I ain't with the chatter

Get up out my way if you're a threat to me
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
If I know you're hatin', then you're dead to me
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
She for everybody, call her Heffanie
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I can't fall in love or let her get to me
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)