Oteezy Bang - Whew Chile Lyrics

All I see down my timeline is
Whew chile whew chile whew chile
Baby let me tell you something
Baby let me tell you something
Be on the phone talking like guh Whew chile whew chile whew chile
Baby let me tell you something
Baby let me tell you something

All I see down my time line is whew chile
Who child out here acting wild
Goin live stunting hard for the camera
Shaking ass and they got plenty of stamina
Goin hard twerkin to Cet dollar song
Got a dook and she always on patron
Hit the blunt tell her home girls that it's on
Plenty friends so you never see her alone
She stay clean cause she always stealing clothes
She don't really give a f*ck about who knows
Be on Snapchat say she bout to sell'em though
Y'all hit her up talmbout you got some baby clothes
She say not now but I can go get'em though
I'll hit you back up when I leave the store
She hit you up but yeen got yo bread right
Call yo baby daddy so he can get you right
But he don't got the funds cause
He balled all night
He said hit him back later he got to reup
She hit him back he said come and get this money guh
She said I love my bd he always come through
When I get there I'm gone tell'em bout my baby shoes
And his haircut plus birthday
If he try to argue I'ma say not today
She still remember when the nigga said he wanted space
When she bring that up, he say you been knew the case
Stay in you place get out my face this ain't the day to be trippin bae

All I see down my timeline is
Whew chile whew chile whew chile
Baby let me tell you something
Baby let me tell you something
Be on the phone talking like guh Whew chile whew chile whew chile
Baby let me tell you something
Baby let me tell you something

Why she did dat errbody cant be natural
Ion know but somebody should'a told her guh
Walking round here like she da baddest bitch
Shittin me with all them nappy headed ass kids
Ican't lie you know she always keep'em dressed
If you ask her she gone say she extremely blessed
Dem hoes pressed they just mad
They really mad dont nobody want they ass
Fall back y'all hoes lame cause I'm doin me
I got the bag and plus my nigga got some cheese
You wanna see something She gone give ya ass sum to see
She blow a check like it ain't nun but a breeze
She stay rockin pink she always takin trips
They wonder how she do it she keep her lips zipped
She got pink poppa in her purse if a bitch trip
If it ain't makin money then it ain't makin sense
Seen the Facebook post when ole girl tried to dis
Said she ballin off her taxes said dat bitch wish
Better gone bout her business foe I get pissed
Hope she didn't forget I still be with the shits
Why she worried about me need to collect her chips
And get her nails done without the French tips