Eli Myles - Chanel or Fendi Lyrics

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Maybe I was wrong bout you
Got a nigga laid up writing songs bout you
Like a principal I'm sending niggas home bout you
You my lil yeah never tell you no if I got it
Aye, Chanel or the fendi, shit what kind you want?
Bae I got a surprise for you doe I'm buying you both
You the one not the 2 bae, you ain't never lied
I be fucking up i admit it but I'm trying
Our lil break couldn't have came at a better time
Bitches shooting shots to be in my starting 5
Look I said I ain't fuck that bitch ok i lied
My intentions was good doe for a nigga from the mob
Couldn't afford no gifts but you was fine with my effort
You cut me off for a minute I damn cried to the fellas
But I was still fucking ______, i get around or whatever
My mama told me baby focus on you and yo chedda
Started off guessing
What you into what you think is impressive
Lexus or lectures
Chopped and we screwed took flights out to Texas
I was immature but I thought that shit was regular
Shit went left and then we started moving separate
chasing a woman I used to swear that I would never
Started my business my thinking on another level
I wasn't hearing none of the shit that you used to tell me
Look I know another nigga in the picture crop him
Seen him in yo comments wigging, block him
Said we was done like time after time
Shit I Thought it was for certain I caught like 6 bodies
Putting in work it felt like a temp job, I was going through the blues I felt like ricch roddy
I was in my bag not in my feelings I'm really toxic
Im good at not giving a fuck you gotta remind me
Moved on, you came around we back vibing
Half way invested to see if yo ass solid
I ain't tripping on a bitch no mo I pack light
But we started fucking without protection we got a problem
FaceTime saying you was pregnant shocking
I'm working at Ford shit I'm bouta quit college
Man I gotta get dollars I still got a script rocking
I ain't tryna get by im tryna be the best father I know
Maybe I was wrong bout you
Got a nigga laid up writing songs bout you
Like a principal I'm sending niggas home bout you
You my lil yeah never tell you no if I got it
Aye, Chanel or the fendi, shit what kind you want?
Bae I got a surprise for you doe I'm buying you both
You the one not the 2 bae, you ain't never lied
I be fucking up i admit it but I'm trying
I feel like Lloyd you 5'2 fine too
Run through my mind must i remind you
We got some times that I'll rewind to
I see some things that I was blind to
Let's spend some time, decline that's fine too
Say you working on yourself, hit me when you find you
know you like it from the back, let me get behind you

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Maybe I was wrong bout you
Got a nigga laid up writing songs bout you
Like a principal I'm sending niggas home bout you
You my lil yeah never tell you no if I got it
Aye, Chanel or the fendi, shit what kind you want?
Bae I got a surprise for you doe I'm buying you both
You the one not the 2 bae, you ain't never lied
I be fucking up i admit it but I'm trying
Our lil break couldn't have came at a better time
Bitches shooting shots to be in my starting 5
Look I said I ain't fuck that bitch ok i lied
My intentions was good doe for a nigga from the mob
Couldn't afford no gifts but you was fine with my effort
You cut me off for a minute I damn cried to the fellas
But I was still fucking ______, i get around or whatever
My mama told me baby focus on you and yo chedda
Started off guessing
What you into what you think is impressive
Lexus or lectures
Chopped and we screwed took flights out to Texas
I was immature but I thought that shit was regular
Shit went left and then we started moving separate
chasing a woman I used to swear that I would never
Started my business my thinking on another level
I wasn't hearing none of the shit that you used to tell me
Look I know another nigga in the picture crop him
Seen him in yo comments wigging, block him
Said we was done like time after time
Shit I Thought it was for certain I caught like 6 bodies
Putting in work it felt like a temp job, I was going through the blues I felt like ricch roddy
I was in my bag not in my feelings I'm really toxic
Im good at not giving a fuck you gotta remind me
Moved on, you came around we back vibing
Half way invested to see if yo ass solid
I ain't tripping on a bitch no mo I pack light
But we started fucking without protection we got a problem
FaceTime saying you was pregnant shocking
I'm working at Ford shit I'm bouta quit college
Man I gotta get dollars I still got a script rocking
I ain't tryna get by im tryna be the best father I know
Maybe I was wrong bout you
Got a nigga laid up writing songs bout you
Like a principal I'm sending niggas home bout you
You my lil yeah never tell you no if I got it
Aye, Chanel or the fendi, shit what kind you want?
Bae I got a surprise for you doe I'm buying you both
You the one not the 2 bae, you ain't never lied
I be fucking up i admit it but I'm trying
I feel like Lloyd you 5'2 fine too
Run through my mind must i remind you
We got some times that I'll rewind to
I see some things that I was blind to
Let's spend some time, decline that's fine too
Say you working on yourself, hit me when you find you
know you like it from the back, let me get behind you