Testo I'm From - Pap Chanel
Testo della canzone I'm From (Pap Chanel), tratta dall'album Pretty & Paid 2.0
Hey
Pretty and pale
I stick on my Pap shit
Hey dinero
Hey, every time that I speak on a hoe with a friend
I dip in her toes, a honey in her toes
Ayo Surf y'all get gon crazy
I'm from
Them trenches but I go and get some
I trap this bitch out for my income
If I said it just know it's gone get done
A fuck boy can get none
Bitch I go up an' up
Do my own thing and I don't give a fuck
Real country girl jumping out a black truck
Ghetto as bit tell a nigga what's up
Let a hoe complain
While you in the side
Bitch he call me his wife
All of his homies know I'm in his life
You just a hoe that he call after 12
Can't argue with you lil bitch go to hell
Let that hoe fill the position
Give her a stack and a purse she gon listen
I play no games so bitch watch who you dissing
Going too far make somebody go missing
I'm what you not
Really that bitch I be stirring the pot
Bitches always tryna get what I got
Don't play with these hoes
Everytime that I jot
Grown woman shit
These bitches be spoon fed
Ran up the bag
Got the whole crew fed
Bitch I'm dime
But I don't come in 12
That boy go dumb for me
Like he can't spell bitch
I'm from
Them trenches but I go and get some
I trap this bitch out for my income
If I said it just know it's gone get done
A fuck boy can get none
Bitch I go up an' up
Do my own thing and I don't give a fuck
Real country girl jumping out a black truck
Ghetto as bit tell a nigga what's up
Telling my business in my eyes a no no
My life give these hoes something to talk bout
Hoes in disguise so I stack up and watch out
Moving in silence but watch how I pop out
Break every rule if I don't bitch I bend it
Got my own bag
But I make that boy spend it
These hoes got the message
I pop out and send it
Switch my MK for a Louie V pendant bitch
Let's put this cap shit to a end
Don't care bout your followers or bout your Benz
If it be bout that check then I'm up on all 10
But now I see living off dick is a trend
He say I'm foreign I get it my own
Got big bills bitch call me grown
Come out fur coat
As if I'm throwed in the jungle
With a snake skin bag
And a hat for my bundles bitch
I'm from
Them trenches but I go and get some
I trap this bitch out for my income
If I said it just know it's gon get done
A fuck boy can get none
Bitch I go up an' up
Do my own thing and I don't give a fuck
Real country girl jumping out a black truck
Ghetto as bit tell a nigga what's up
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Writer(s): Jeremy Reid, Jaida Chanel Roby
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