Still Get Chanel versuri

Versuri Kodak Black – Still Get Chanel lyrics

You stay tryna argue with me, man, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout none of that shit ‘cause you still get Chanel and I still love you.

Look at me saying I’m sorry and I got all this money,
hope you don’t take my forgiveness as if I’m being funny.
‘Cause, baby girl when you left a nigga, dawg,
I was all fucked up, I was down as fuck.

Like the grass stop growin’ the wind stop blowin’.
The birds stop chirpin’ and lighting struck,
but you still get Chanel and chocolate and stuff.
You like CCs, baby? And VVs, baby?
It’s hard to keep up when I love from a cell,
but on Valentine’s make sure that you still get Chanel.

I’m never home, you watched me grow up in jail,
but on Mother’s Day, I made sure that you still get Chanel.
Still get Chanel, strapped like Velcro, pieces in the mail.
I’m a black market well, serving the judge out a hand,
gave my dawg an elbow, snipers on command.

Brr, that’s a 10-4, eat a lot of fish,
and I smoke a lot of kush, drums on the stick.
Came through beating around the bush, still get Chanel, baby,
hope you take me back for this Louis Ferrakahn baby, I keep sippin’ Activis.

CeCe came from a good family, she just sound hood,
gotta keep Shelise in Chanel ‘cause it sound good.
Sydney, Christine, my San Fran’ swoop,
Jody trap boomin’, sellin’ molly and soup.
Molly and soup, pull up, Caucasian coupe (Caucasian coupe),
Jody the trap boomin’, sellin’ molly and soup (Uh, molly and soup).

Jody the trap boomin’ (Ack), and you still get some lean (Yup),
everybody on the team still gets a ring (Ack).
You the whole roster, you control the rock,
even though you said I’m blocked I’ma still send some memes, girl.

I just wanna drop off this set, girl,
I’m just tryna get you on this jet, ooh, girl.
I’m just tryna kiss you on your neck, ooh, girl,
now you’re on the phone gettin’ wet, ooh.

Forever band, make her toes match her nails.
How you love your sorries? Cash App or Zelle?
IF diamonds like I’m in the NFL,
white girls love a rich nigga like Adele.

Hell, you deserve some fliers in the mail,
stuntline model, girl, you pretty like Janelle.
Met Donatella, girl, you’re never finna fail,
I got eights by the case, baby, this ain’t ginger ale.

And you still get Chanel,
still pull up on ya foreign Netflix and chill,
missed me like an exit, girl, I love you like myself,
still remember how you held it down.

Used to say I had Y3 really they was rooshes,
used to have water bugs, really, they was roaches.
Billion-dollar pocket squares, really, they was broaches,
bag full of meteors, really, they some coaches.

Bag full of spider, really YSL,
say you really hatin’ me, really like Chanel.
Really ain’t seen man, let me take you to Rodel,
take the time to heal, but you still could get some heels.

And you still get Chanel, still get Chanel.
Strapped like Velcro, pieces in the mail.
I’m a black market well, serving the judge out a hand,
gave my dawg an elbow, snipers on command.