Chuuwee – Home Shopping Network lyrics

[Verse 1]
Niggas act like prostitutes
I’m just tryna make a lot of loot
I grew up where you couldn’t walk a block
Cause niggas pop at you, and bitches
Run they mouth and say some different shit no cockatoo
Say fuck them niggas and my obstacles I just refixed
My optacle don’t be so fuckin’ sloppy joe
Do you copy though I know my main bitch got me though
Like put that on my heartbeat why the fuck you think she got me fo
And niggas say i’m cocky too like bitch if you accomplished, I astonish
You be cocky too, you did what I accomplish
You’d feel honored as your honor too
Please don’t fuckin’ judge us, you ain’t who we say
“Your honor” too
Keep it up cause Chuuwee you are on a roll
Get high and kick the truth, I call that honor-roll
Come holla at me since you got a lot to know
I’m takin your girl Ono to galapagos

[Chorus]
Ringo star, no bling on
I don’t understand that talk, no cling on
I don’t comprehend you niggas, fuckin’ peons
You the type of ho ass nigga I might pee on

I just want Louis vutton belts, and
Louis vutton keys, and Louis vutton cases
My Louis vutton dreams, I need me another belt
I had Louis la gone jeans, Versace, Gucci is bootsy
My Louis vutton dreams

Niggas act like boppers too
Dome hair I got me two
I’m broke as fuck and cocky too
I bet i’ll make a lot of loot

[Verse 2]
Damn i’m on a fuckin’ roll
All you do is hit the internet and fuckin’ troll
We’ll check the show, bitch I don’t give a fuck who told
I want so much fuckin’ paper that my bread is mold
Ay why don’t you get a job or two, its hard as hell already
And your making useless obstacles
Come holla at me since you got a lot to know
We’ll see how far you get to the events
You ain’t ‘bout to go
Get yo money homie hustle since you clockin’ dough
But just know when I see your ass I got you though
Don’t worry who that for, you ain’t got to know
Know that I ain’t fuckin’ with those niggas cause they choppy though
And you can take that however you like
Put it in a sprite make you swallow it make you like
Niggas wanna fight, we can fight, whatever you like
Put that on my life I ain’t about to die tonight

[Chorus]