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Che - GOSSIP Lyrics



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I don't know why I thought this was real
But I'm just trying to make something real
Yeah, ah ah
Don't know why she talkin like
Ha ha, don't know why she
Two
Don't know why she talkin' like she know me, homie
Gang and Nem know I keep that paper on me
Ballin' like I'm about to play the Lakers, homie
I'm steppin' heavy, I might leave a crater on them, yeah, yeah
She know if she bad, she get some paper from me
Throw it back
Told that bitch get down, she gotta shake it for me
I won't sell my soul, they'd have to take it from me
I got too much pride for you to come take it from me
Ha ha
Aim for the top like a scope
Ha ha
If she wanna f*ck, I tell her no
Ha ha
I keep breaking bread with my bros, we go ha ha
I just chase the bag, ducking hoes, yih yih
I just went crazy on a freak, she know I'm poppin
She gave me top after I told her I got options
Guess she don't care for real, I told her that I'm toxic
I'm UPS with this shit, too many boxes
I don't sip lean, I get mean off narcotics
I don't take L's, no, no, no, I make profits
She gon' take dick, she don't need no deposit
After I hit, she gon' talk, she gon' gossip
She gon' hell yeah
Ask me if I'm tryna make a million, hell yeah
Do I know the scammers and the drillers too, hell yeah
They play with my paper, I'm gon' give it to them
Brrt Brrt
She told all her friends I hit, but I deny it, hell nah
I just seen an opp, he told me I'm the flyest, hell yeah
New protection pack, this not Balenciaga, hell nah
I just made some hundreds, got me grinning, baby
Ha ha
Aim for the top like a scope
Ha ha
If she wanna f*ck, I tell her no
Ha ha
I keep breaking bread with my bros, we go ha ha
I just chase the bag, ducking hoes, yih yih
I just went crazy on a freak, she know I'm poppin
She gave me top after I told her I got options
Guess she don't care for real, I told her that I'm toxic
I'm UPS with this shit, too many boxes
I don't sip lean, I get mean off narcotics
I don't take L's, no, no, no, I make profits
She gon' take dick, she don't need no deposit
After I hit, she gon' talk, she gon' gossip
I don't know why
I don't know why
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I don't know why I thought this was real
But I'm just trying to make something real
Yeah, ah ah
Don't know why she talkin like
Ha ha, don't know why she
Two
Don't know why she talkin' like she know me, homie
Gang and Nem know I keep that paper on me
Ballin' like I'm about to play the Lakers, homie
I'm steppin' heavy, I might leave a crater on them, yeah, yeah
She know if she bad, she get some paper from me
Throw it back
Told that bitch get down, she gotta shake it for me
I won't sell my soul, they'd have to take it from me
I got too much pride for you to come take it from me
Ha ha
Aim for the top like a scope
Ha ha
If she wanna f*ck, I tell her no
Ha ha
I keep breaking bread with my bros, we go ha ha
I just chase the bag, ducking hoes, yih yih
I just went crazy on a freak, she know I'm poppin
She gave me top after I told her I got options
Guess she don't care for real, I told her that I'm toxic
I'm UPS with this shit, too many boxes
I don't sip lean, I get mean off narcotics
I don't take L's, no, no, no, I make profits
She gon' take dick, she don't need no deposit
After I hit, she gon' talk, she gon' gossip
She gon' hell yeah
Ask me if I'm tryna make a million, hell yeah
Do I know the scammers and the drillers too, hell yeah
They play with my paper, I'm gon' give it to them
Brrt Brrt
She told all her friends I hit, but I deny it, hell nah
I just seen an opp, he told me I'm the flyest, hell yeah
New protection pack, this not Balenciaga, hell nah
I just made some hundreds, got me grinning, baby
Ha ha
Aim for the top like a scope
Ha ha
If she wanna f*ck, I tell her no
Ha ha
I keep breaking bread with my bros, we go ha ha
I just chase the bag, ducking hoes, yih yih
I just went crazy on a freak, she know I'm poppin
She gave me top after I told her I got options
Guess she don't care for real, I told her that I'm toxic
I'm UPS with this shit, too many boxes
I don't sip lean, I get mean off narcotics
I don't take L's, no, no, no, I make profits
She gon' take dick, she don't need no deposit
After I hit, she gon' talk, she gon' gossip
I don't know why
I don't know why
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Writer: Che Miangue
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Performed By: Che
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Che Miangue

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