BEAT UP CHANEL$

Slayyyter

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    Money, drugs, chains on my chest, that vintage Celine
    Diamond grills, champagne bottles, swagger I bleed
    I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
    I want a cigarette

    Don't wanna talk with ease
    I'm over all it
    Don't try fucking with me
    Boy, I don't want it
    You should go and get with her
    She's better for you
    Baby, I'm not that girl
    Don't want no loving from you

    Don't try fucking with me
    Yeah, no, I don't want it
    You should go and get with her
    Oh, uh, she's better for you
    Never gonna be your girl
    Boy, I don't want you
    I don't want loving
    All that I want is

    Sex, money, drugs, chains on my chest, vintage Celine
    Diamond grills, champagne bottles, I get for free
    I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
    Fuck him, go into his closet, steal some of his Supreme

    I want beat-up Chanels, I want new personnel
    I wanna dye my hair every pretty shade of pastel
    I want nasty afterparties, banged up at the motel
    I want beat-up Chanels, I want something for real

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    (Don't, I don't, I don't, I don't, I)

    I don't give a damn
    Don't you understand?
    I've been down
    So don't come around
    I see it, know you want it, yeah
    Yeah, I'm not going for it
    It's in the best

    He really want a chance
    Sorry, man, not a fan
    He looking when I dance
    Keep your head up out your pants
    I never really want it
    You know that all I want is
    All I want is

    Money, drugs, chains on my chest, that vintage Celine
    Diamond grills, champagne bottles, swagger I bleed
    I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
    I want a cigarette

    Money, drugs, chains on my chest, that vintage Celine
    Diamond grills, champagne bottles, swagger I bleed
    I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
    I want a cigarette

    Sex, money, drugs, chains on my chest, vintage Celine
    Diamond grills, champagne bottles, I get for free
    I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
    Fuck him, go into his closet, steal some of his Supreme

    I want beat-up Chanels, I want new personnel
    I wanna dye my hair every pretty shade of pastel
    I want nasty afterparties, banged up at the motel
    I want beat-up Chanels, I want something for real

    Beat-up Chanels, I want something for real
    Beat-up Chanels, I want something for real
    Beat-up Chanels, I want something for real

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    Composición: Slayyyter, Wyatt Bernard y Austin Corona

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