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the chanel boyz - chanel season lyrics

[verse 1: jeff buck]
this is where the chorus would go if we had one
this is where the chorus would go if we had one
but no one else is gone repeat that verse
so this ain’t a chorus, cause no one says that verse
yeah, making club bangers and we ain’t got a chorus
all these latin b-tches, yeah they adore us
so i let these doras, go ahead and explore us
they’re like oh my god chanel
and i show them where the door is

[verse 2: shane fields]
every year chanel season, double c’s all on my shirt
ain’t got nothing for these hoes, but get on stage if you can twerk
i went from popular to famous, all the b-tches know me
they all claiming that i made it, i’m that n-gga that they wanna meet
still bringing the heat, put this sh-t on repeat
i’m in the backseat and your girlfriend rubbing on my feet
i don’t give a d-mn about none of these hoes, winked at the b-tch and she lost her clothes
holla at my n-gga like, “what up doe?”, my life is like a tv show
i got it all and i want some more, this n-gga say i act white
dont try me, i’ll pull that act right
n-gga say word?, i’m about that fashion life
my type is a b-tch that’s dykin, swimming the french chanel
ménage à trois, other wise you hicking
you ain’t liking cause you triffling, b-tch i’m cl-ssy

[verse 3: mc staplez]
chanel season kick the chorus off the track
catch me in the kitchen, wearing mittens, cooking raps
no gang affiliation, it’s the fashion compilation
clique full of stars, chanel constellation
double c metaphors, it’s the “you can get it” boyz
smiling like you nasty, that shane already hit it poise
but dudes get ticked off, telling quit being a d-ckwad
about to buy a baby, i’mma name that n-gga bricksquad!

[verse 4: oriskany]
okay double c’s on my shirt, but my ice water from aspen
my style make they head hurt, but i’m nice so i bring them asprin
get your -ss kicked by shane fields, laughed at by jeff buck
saw myself in the future, 10 years later, and i’m still pretty as f-ck
rap circles around these n-ggas, paradigms (pair of dimes) i break those
my rap sk!lls like my home upholstery, yes n-gga great flows
my couch made of panda, i f-ck with that fanta
about to hire me a blind n-gga to come play my piano
front row with coch-lla, chilling with famous hollograms
shane got really f-cked up and kissed that b-tch from swimfan
i think her name was sheila or maybe christina
we don’t give a f-ck cause we riding around with that keisha

[verse 5: stevie wonderbread]
battle field 3
we about to run this
shane fields in that gunship
b-tch we bout’ that dumb sh-t
yeah, we fly around and b-tch i’m on that gun sh-t
is it time for lunch yet?
oh cause, i’m hungry
eating up these beats
other rappers wish they could be me yelling on these beats
f-ck em, they don’t know what to eat!
cause i ate it all already!
f-ck em!
that’s it
that’s all i got to say

…..you like that freestyle bruh?

- the chanel boyz lyrics

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