Chow Lee - im not really that spiritual! Lyrics

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You ever had a bad bitch before?
This must be your first one
He tryna stunt with my ex (hmm)
That's my worst one
I had a SIG, it only hold nine, that shit was my first gun
I'm touchin her hips, I'm lickin her spine she yellin' out (mm-hmm)
I'm tryna get physical speakin' in lingo so we say tryna get izzical
I'm not really spiritual, I'm still gon' tell my ex to suck my dick in my interviews
I'm not really lyrical, I'm just talkin' my shit on the beat and it works
I don't work, I do worst, no time to lean, I do percs

She a sexy bitch and I'ma flirt
I ain't shit 'cause I'm having sex right in this church
I'm a hunnid for life in this merch
I'm a hunnid for life I'm a battery
Stick on the gun, got this bitch lookin' lattery
F*ck on these bitches what this f*ck nigga telling me
These diamonds is getting light red on my neck
If you think your chain better, nigga, come and battle me
And
If her pussy good, I'ma eat it
If she a rookie bitch then I'ma keep her
I'ma take advantage then I'll leave her
I don't give a f, I'ma g it
I don't want my ex, I want Bia
She got a new car? I'ma key it
I'ma let her rock, it's a Kia
Huh, alright
These bitches wanna know how my dick like (yup)
She said she wet as hell because I drip right
When she get on her knees she like this height (yup)
Look in my eyes and tell me what you wanna do to me suck me up like I'm a rich guy
I need hips, I need body
I need face, like it's TikTok

You ever had a bad bitch before?
This must be your first one
He tryna stunt with my ex (hmm)
That's my worst one (hell yeah)
I had a SIG, it only hold nine, that shit was my first gun
I'm touchin her hips, I'm lickin' her spine she yellin' out (mm-hmm)
I'm tryna get physical speakin' in lingo so we say tryna get izzical
I'm not really spiritual, I'm still gon' tell my ex to suck my dick in my interviews
I'm not really lyrical, I'm just talkin' my shit on the beat and it works
I don't work, I do worst, no time to lean, I do percs

If you ain't had a bad bitch, bro, that's sad
What'd you know about sex with a good girl late night trips, tryna hide from her dad
She just wanna do pills and shag
If you think 'cause I'm live on the tv I won't scream suck my dick you're mad
Me and Chow touched down in the towns with a few girls that the opps wish they had
I was in the cut, now I'm in my bag
Now I'm in my Birkin
I sent out texts 'til my phone stopped working
Bad tings drunk on the FaceTime twerking
Lemme get a pic real quick
Lemme get a dance when I hit real quick
Don't get smoked tryna act for the net all gassed up 'cah the gang dicked your chick
It's mad
Rap guys signed for a deal spent all of their breesh on drip that shit's in-sanity
Now their life's in debt like gallery
Phone me get a quick brick and a salary
Wait, stop, don't fight
Ooter in the cut tryna off mans light
Posted at Jacobs, eat oxtail like Jamaicans
While the young Gs off white

You ever had a bad bitch before?
This must be your first one
He tryna stunt with my ex (hmm)
That's my worst one
I had a SIG, it only hold nine, that shit was my first gun
I'm touchin her hips, I'm lickin her spine she yellin' out (mm-hmm)
I'm tryna get physical speakin' in lingo so we say tryna get izzical
I'm not really spiritual, I'm still gon' tell my ex to suck my dick in my interviews
I'm not really lyrical, I'm just talkin' my shit on the beat and it works
I don't work, I do worst, no time to lean, I do percs (mm-hmm)

(Trey, Trey, Trey Bandø)
See, that's what I'm talkin', recliner