Chance (feat. C.R.O)

[C.R.O]
Chance, chance
Chance, chance
Chance, chance
Chance, chance

[Franky Style]
Baby, watcha gonna do
You know I'm a real one, true
Pussy give me the loot
I do everything for you

Baby, I want you to stay (to stay)
That ass is on another level (another level)
She looks like a Mercedes in leather
She moves in the south 'cause she knows there's snow
If she prefers me (uh)
I give her what she wants (he)
You see me, you feel me, let's get it
I grab her and do it forever

Your parents don't know you come with me to smoke weed in the bong
I drink like a Russian, eat like a pig, and spit my shit Bronx-style

She wants to take pery
I'm rolling that mery (that mery)
To smoke and watch a movie, but she wants to take off my sneakers (sneakers)
I realize she's more than ready (ready)
By her hand under the Levi's
And mine is under her leggings
She wears Nike in white and smells like Kevin

I wear a rosary on my chest
Those bitches suck me
It protects me from the snitches
Only God knows what I do

Man, she doesn't want you for her life
And if she tells you she loves you, I assure you it's a lie
She tells me she thinks of me all night and all day
No wonder she says my name when you have her on top
I'm a pimp

[C.R.O]
Chance, chance
When things go wrong and no one can hear
All that's left is to search
Chance, chance
Without the desire to continue, baby start dancing
At least that saves me
Chance, Chance

At least that saves me
Chance, Chance
At least that saves me
Chance, Chance
At least that saves me
Chance, Chance

She knows well why I look at her and what she has to do
Will it be in the way I live or when I give her pleasure
Daddy, we're not up to anything around here, we'll teach you if you don't know
I just vomit bad life, we're not interested in your interest
The whole house is messy and the bed smells like sex
And my shawty just woke up asking what I did yesterday

Baby, don't look like that, don't look like that
I'll just go and come back like that and come back like that
My convoy wasting cheese, rolling cheese
Dirty boys, dirty boys, dirty boys
Baby, don't look like that, don't look like that
I'll just go and come back like that and come back like that
My convoy wasting cheese, rolling cheese
Dirty boys, dirty boys, dirty boys

Chance, chance
When things go wrong and no one can hear
All that's left is to search
Chance, chance
Without the desire to continue, baby start dancing
At least that saves me
Chance, Chance

At least that saves me
Chance, Chance
At least that saves me
Chance, Chance
At least that saves me
Chance, Chance