CHARTREUSE Songtext
von Cherele

Run it right back
Hoe shit live but I can′t relate
I'ma need more scooped on my plate
Okay okay now watch me scrape
Hey wait
Am I late?
It′s my time cuz I always eight
Why can't I eat if it's my cake?
Flag the play if he′s too straight
Ay wait
What they say?
I′ll put the bank up on my taste
Holster bae he on my waist
He so rare real nigga traits
Hop states
Press play
I Fly lo like string bass
Pros to living life untraced
Fluid wit rules
Hit nigga wit a duel like


I be like oooweee
Know I'm too flee
Swear these bitches sleep
Swear these niggas green
On me
Oooweee
I be overseas
Swear these bitches sleep
Swear these niggas green
On meeee
If they want smoke yeah it′s grease in the pan
I'll Solange Knowles with the world in my hand
Everywhere we go make noise like a band
Took a long time just to be who I am, wham bam
Won′t hold they hand
Rather south France me playin in the sand
Thanking god they had different plans
Olive tapenade & Iberico ham
Yes ma'am
Yes I can
Me selective? Yeah right on brand
Phone home quick when I′m in a jam
Tell ya homeboy like please scram, not a chance
Take a stance
I can pull him with just a glance
Blade tucked in these tight pants
Slippers get fooled
Not too cool for the blues nah I be like
I be like oooweee
Know I'm too flee
Swear these bitches sleep
Swear these niggas green
On me
Oooweee
I be overseas
Swear these bitches sleep
Swear these niggas green
On meeee