Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chewing Gum, artist - Blood Orange. Album song Negro Swan, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 23.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Domino
Song language: English
Chewing Gum |
| My man, Rico MDB in the house |
| My dog C-Nine with the date |
| My dog TC over here, grinnin' all golden |
| And he finna come up |
| Pretty smart- |
| Tell me what you want from me |
| Tell me what you want from me |
| Tell me what you want from me |
| Tell me what you want from me |
| Switchin' up your style, but you’ve waited too long |
| Funny until now so it’s wrong |
| Basing yourself, and racing yourself in the name of truth |
| What’s true? |
| Brother, baby, we’ve seen it all |
| And we’re tired, so what you want from me? |
| Grill on froze |
| Tell me what you want from me |
| Tell me what you want from me |
| Tell me what you want from me |
| Tell me what you want from me |
| Nothing can replace me if you’re not taking my lead |
| Better to be broken than in need |
| Brother, baby, we’ve seen it all |
| And we’re tired, uh, so what you want from me? |
| Tell me what you want from me |
| (What you want from me baby) |
| Tell me what you want from me (Grill on froze) |
| Tell me what you want from me (Want from me) |
| Tell me what you want from me |
| Lookin' for the chewin', for the jaw |
| Blowing like the time, word of mouth |
| Shawty told me that this world is ours |
| Selfish with that pussy like it’s mine |
| Peppermint, double-mint, spearmint, type of shit |
| She the type of chick to get right on the dick |
| Ride on the dick, with no license and shit |
| No relatives, sentimental |
| It’s detrimental, still compared to this relevance |
| She the type of chick to get right on the dick |
| Ride on the dick, with no license and shit |
| Back and forth, wall to wall, usin' jaw |
| Losin' drawers in the sauce, now |
| On the job, never off |
| That pussy got, won’t let her off, and it’s all good |
| Shout out my ex, though, she was the best, though |
| Got on my damn nerves, hella fresh, though |
| I bought that Guess shirt |
| She had that mesh shirt, I turned it to a sweatshirt |
| Throw on that sweatshirt, she fuck with Earl, too |
| She fuck with girls, too, I fuck with her too |
| Tell her quit the chattin', jaws made for chewin' |
| If you fuckin' with me, bet you know what you’re doin', like |
| Vavet, get the new CD, fear me before they kill me |
| Right now Fear me in person |
| Buy feel me, before they kill me! |
| You heard me? |
| Perp talk, I like the dirty, dirty, the little beat it, beat it |
| Tell her lies and form us a whole lot of shit |
| She’ll never get, bend over let me hit |
| A North Memphis nigga bitch, he’s very slick |
| Ho, don’t beat a bih, and they see you break |
| That ho a trouble rich nigga, I got plenty cake |
| She get it like she do, cause she pretty freak |
| Plenty hate, I got choppers, call me pretty Drake |