Bleu chanel, bleu chanel
Bleu chanel, bleu chanel
Bleu chanel, bleu chanel
Bleu chanel, by myself
What you felt, I can tell
And she look like she from hell
I’m that boy, what you smell
Bleu chanel, bleu chanel
Bleu chanel, jordan twelves
Gucci belt, take no Ls
Ditch yo clique, ring that bell
Hop in that whip, hit excel
What you felt, I can tell
And she look like she from hell
I’m that boy, what you smell
Bleu chanel, bleu chanel
Ima coast for that bitch
Do the most for that bitch
If I wife her here tonight
I’ll buy a ghost for that bitch
She just looking at my wrist
I know she check for that shit
If then diamonds aren’t kissing
Yo won’t even get a kiss
Okay she make me go crazy
Feel like i’m scorsese
I direct her back in bed
Cuz she forever is my baby
Whole team feeling swazy
Hotel pushing daisies
When I call home for my lady
That first topic always pay me
So I walk in the bitch
With a couple loose chains
Don’t press replay
Cuz you’d tuck them away
I don’t care what they say
I ain’t here for the games
When I pull up don’t wait
I’m in front with the safe
I’m take what i’m came
For mans on the skateboard break
Cuz you weight more
Take four chop hit it fast
Don’t stop 5 shots 2Pac
She be good for camera
Not for the talk
So i’m back with the stick
I ain’t mean no gun
But i’ll take outta rapper
That was just for fun
Don’t hide just run
Don’t leave don’t come
Who the mans in the back
Don’t look face front
Girl you the one who
Was giving up problems
I don’t give a fuck for you
Ima stop them
Take a man drop them
You the only option bags
Ima cop them
Look at what you got then
Bleu chanel, bleu chanel
Bleu chanel, bleu chanel
Bleu chanel, bleu chanel
Bleu chanel, by myself
What you felt, I can tell
And she look like she from hell
I’m that boy, what you smell
Bleu chanel, bleu chanel
Bleu chanel, bleu chanel
Bleu chanel, bleu chanel
Bleu chanel, bleu chanel
Bleu chanel, by myself
What you felt, I can tell
And she look like she from hell
I’m that boy, what you smell
Bleu chanel, bleu chanel