Lyrics But Cha - KYLE, Josh Golden

But Cha

Baby
You are just
My type and I
Don’t want
No one but cha
Baby
You are just
My type and I
Don’t want
No one but cha
Na, haha
Yeah
Gonna be a next chick, no
Gonna be my ex chick, no
No gas, no Texaco
We get in fights, girl it’s alright, 'cause I don’t know how to let shit go
(Let shit go)
Your stock is going through the roof and I’m invested
No multiple choice
And your body to choose
I mean nobody but you (But you)
Your homegirl body is probably so fake, it’s made out of glue
And I ain’t hatin', it’s cool
'Cause if you wanted it too, then fuck it, I think it’s cute
For you, for you
I do
I do
For you, yeah
Baby
You are just
My type and I
Don’t want
No one but cha
Baby
You are just
My type and I
Don’t want
No one but cha, na
Blah-blah-blah, blah baby (Ay, baby)
I want you, you want me (You want me)
Give you the world, like it’s free (Like it’s free)
You way out of my league and we know it (And we know it)
I got O’s on my check like a pro, yeah (Like a pro, yeah)
Comment the best on all your posts, yeah
And we go back, Nikes and throwbacks
All my hoes, I will ghost for you
Right through
I do
For you, yeah
Baby
You are just (You are)
My type and I
Dont' want
No one but cha (But cha)
Baby
You are just
My type and I
Dont' want
No one but cha, uh (But cha)