Song Lyrics

Woke up in the morning to the sofa and a message saying
"I know what you did last night"
Woke up in the morning on the sofa to a message on my phone saying
"I know what you did last night" (LP Mafia)
Ate that pussy raw, like a kid last night (he) (LP)
(Zeph Ellis)

Woke up on the sofa to a text on my phone
Said "I know what you did last night"
Put it in her ribs last night
No condom, tryna have a kid last night
Baby, in life, you can burn through the wax and the candle
So you gotta get a different light
Maybe at a different time
Or maybe in a different life
And I really think I fucking hate this girl
All up in the kitchen when I ate this girl
And I still ate it with a apron still
She ain't tryna wear it if it ain't Chanel
She ain't tryna wear it if it ain't Chanel
No YSL, no AP still
Diamonds and the boogers in the AP still
You can see the boogers in the AP still
And I'm still juggin' like slavery still
All of these whips like slavery still
And I really think I fucking hate this girl
Because she ain't tryna wear it if it ain't Chanel
Tattoo on my belly like I'm Weezy
Not guilty verdict, really please me
How the f*ck we make it so easy?
Tramadol pill got me wheezy

And I fuckin' think I fuckin' hate this bitch
First class flight to L.A., it's lit
How you got this attitude? You make me sick
Give me face and shit, in the latest drip
Thousand in Sephora, girl, you make me sick
Three thousand in Sephora, girl, you make me sick
I'ma buy them both, won't make you pick
All of these whips like a slavery ship
And I been juggin' since the morning
Whippin' up some coke and I'm yawning
All I do is make money, babe, I'm boring
Spread wide, I'ma put it all in
Yeah, Ace of Spades, sweet, like who'd have thought it
Pink tie, pretty pussy, so awesome
Pink tie, fresh whip, (pink tie) pussy, awesome (so awesome)

Girl, I really, really hate the way you dismiss this
And I really, really rate the way you rid this dick
I was trying to assist all the feelings that you missed
But you acting like a bitch, I can't figure out this shit
Devil on my soul, he can't afford me
I think you lyin' when you sayin' that you sorry
Dior, eight pairs, I need more please
Lately I've been showing all the love you taught me
I'ma tell you what we did last night
Had my thumb up in her butt, she drank my kids last night
I had nothing on my dick last night
We was tryna make kids in Madrid last night

Woke up on the sofa to a text on my phone
Said "I know what you did last night"
Put it in her ribs last night
No condom, tryna have a kid last night
Baby, in life, you can burn through the wax and the candle
So you gotta get a different light
Maybe at a different time
Or maybe in a different life
And I really think I fucking hate this girl
All up in the kitchen when I ate this girl
And I still ate it with a apron still
She ain't tryna wear it if it ain't Chanel
She ain't tryna wear it if it ain't Chanel
No YSL, no AP still
Diamonds and the boogers in the AP still
You can see the boogers in the AP still
And I'm still juggin' like slavery still
All of these whips like slavery still
And I really think I fucking hate this girl
Because she ain't tryna wear it if it ain't Chanel
Tattoo on my belly like I'm Weezy
Not guilty verdict, really please me
How the f*ck we make it so easy?
Tramadol pill got me wheezy

Adam Williams, Ricky Banton

The duration of Ain't Chanelle is 3:13 minutes and seconds.