Woah, Yeah
Why call you ten more times when you ain't picking up
Saying it's my fault I could admit that I was acting up
All these niggas out here wished me death and I just wished em luck
I tend to call my ex when I be calling you ain't picking up
And when I try to leave I tend to fadeaway
Tried to f*ck your friend but I was out I wasn't thinking straight
Caught me in the room but it was me and her and Chardonnay
Caught me in the room but it was me and her and Chardonnay
Took you out to Cabo feet out on the beach
Telling you I love you but my heart and mind is for the streets
Tried to f*ck your friend cause she was hungry and she wanted meat
I don't want no love I bring the problems needing therapy
I need therapy for my f*cking problems
I can't love no bitch I get it from my momma
Slashing all my tires bringing too much drama
I'm thinking it be me but it be all my trauma
You not the problem baby cause all me
I be sneaking out the house when you be dead sleep
Can't believe them bitches cause a nigga don't cheat
You telling me you pregnant I'mma deadbeat
You ain't mine but ain't moving on
I can f*ck a thousand bitches but that don't make me wrong
If you f*ck on one more nigga then that make you wrong
Im delusional
Woah
Why call you ten more times when you ain't picking up
Saying it's my fault I could admit that I was acting up
All these niggas out here wished me death and I just wished em luck
I tend to call my ex when I be calling you ain't picking up
And when I try to leave I tend to fadeaway
Tried to f*ck your friend but I was out I wasn't thinking straight
Caught me in the room but it was me and her and Chardonnay
Caught me in the room but it was me and her and Chardonnay
Cago - Chardonnay Lyrics
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English
Woah, Yeah
Why call you ten more times when you ain't picking up
Saying it's my fault I could admit that I was acting up
All these niggas out here wished me death and I just wished em luck
I tend to call my ex when I be calling you ain't picking up
And when I try to leave I tend to fadeaway
Tried to f*ck your friend but I was out I wasn't thinking straight
Caught me in the room but it was me and her and Chardonnay
Caught me in the room but it was me and her and Chardonnay
Took you out to Cabo feet out on the beach
Telling you I love you but my heart and mind is for the streets
Tried to f*ck your friend cause she was hungry and she wanted meat
I don't want no love I bring the problems needing therapy
I need therapy for my f*cking problems
I can't love no bitch I get it from my momma
Slashing all my tires bringing too much drama
I'm thinking it be me but it be all my trauma
You not the problem baby cause all me
I be sneaking out the house when you be dead sleep
Can't believe them bitches cause a nigga don't cheat
You telling me you pregnant I'mma deadbeat
You ain't mine but ain't moving on
I can f*ck a thousand bitches but that don't make me wrong
If you f*ck on one more nigga then that make you wrong
Im delusional
Woah
Why call you ten more times when you ain't picking up
Saying it's my fault I could admit that I was acting up
All these niggas out here wished me death and I just wished em luck
I tend to call my ex when I be calling you ain't picking up
And when I try to leave I tend to fadeaway
Tried to f*ck your friend but I was out I wasn't thinking straight
Caught me in the room but it was me and her and Chardonnay
Caught me in the room but it was me and her and Chardonnay
Why call you ten more times when you ain't picking up
Saying it's my fault I could admit that I was acting up
All these niggas out here wished me death and I just wished em luck
I tend to call my ex when I be calling you ain't picking up
And when I try to leave I tend to fadeaway
Tried to f*ck your friend but I was out I wasn't thinking straight
Caught me in the room but it was me and her and Chardonnay
Caught me in the room but it was me and her and Chardonnay
Took you out to Cabo feet out on the beach
Telling you I love you but my heart and mind is for the streets
Tried to f*ck your friend cause she was hungry and she wanted meat
I don't want no love I bring the problems needing therapy
I need therapy for my f*cking problems
I can't love no bitch I get it from my momma
Slashing all my tires bringing too much drama
I'm thinking it be me but it be all my trauma
You not the problem baby cause all me
I be sneaking out the house when you be dead sleep
Can't believe them bitches cause a nigga don't cheat
You telling me you pregnant I'mma deadbeat
You ain't mine but ain't moving on
I can f*ck a thousand bitches but that don't make me wrong
If you f*ck on one more nigga then that make you wrong
Im delusional
Woah
Why call you ten more times when you ain't picking up
Saying it's my fault I could admit that I was acting up
All these niggas out here wished me death and I just wished em luck
I tend to call my ex when I be calling you ain't picking up
And when I try to leave I tend to fadeaway
Tried to f*ck your friend but I was out I wasn't thinking straight
Caught me in the room but it was me and her and Chardonnay
Caught me in the room but it was me and her and Chardonnay
Writer: Jerell Johnson
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