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Chase Da Kid - IGU Lyrics



Chase Da Kid - IGU Lyrics




It's getting late
Why you gotta be here?
Beside me
Watching
Needing
Wanting me
I'm afraid, (Don't Be)
Don't be afraid, I got you (Don't let go)
I'm afraid, (Don't Be)
Don't be afraid, I got you (Don't let go)
I'm afraid, (Don't Be)
Don't be afraid, I got you (Don't let go)
I'm afraid, (Don't Be)
Don't be afraid, I got you (Don't let go)

Don't be afraid, it's getting late
Do you wanna stay?
Say you want your hair done, what you want, braids?
Hope you not listening to your friends, 'cause all they do is hate
All they do is hate
Let's go on a date, you can pick where
You been getting some money, so you ain't gotta care
Know they jealous 'cause you with Da Kid
F*ck them hoes, f*ck them hoes, f*ck them hoes
'Cause I got you, 'cause I got you
F*ck them hoes
You told me, "F*ck the bros"
You say you just tryna f*ck with Da Kid
'Cause I'm f*cking you right and I'm f*cking you in the sky
You tired of economy, so I put you on a private flight
This a double R, not a Range Rover
Your ass be barely sober
You tired of living the lows, so I got you high
I got you high
I got you high
I got you
I got you
I got you
I got you
I got you
Know you afraid, it's getting late
Y'all niggas be the jakes
You say you my bro, I had to go and close that back door
I'm riding with a switch, I'm riding with a chop
I'm riding with an AR
This bitch whine more than the cat, but she got good cat
I can't stop f*cking, she say, ("I'm afraid")
I told her, "Don't be, 'cause I got you"
("I'm afraid")
I told her, "Don't be, 'cause I got you"
("I'm afraid")
I told her, "Don't be, 'cause I got you"
You wanna go to Dubi?
I got you
You wanna get high in the sky?
I got you
You wanna go to Miami?
I got you
You wanna live this luxury lifestyle?
I got you

How many times I'm gon' sneak through this window?
You say that we're done, and now we're here f*ckin'
Can nobody stand on they ten toes?

You makin' me sweat, you makin' me water
But now you out claiming we friends, though
("We're friends though")
We takin' offense and making amends

How many times I'm finna drop ten hoes?
Got your birthday wig on, f*cked your 613
Baby, f*ck is on your phone, these niggas be thirsty

How long we taking it slow?
It's been too many weeks
What we waiting on, girl, what we waiting on?

Staying up hours too long, I f*cked up your routine
In the morning we out to Saks, getting you what you need
Never knew I was the spoiling type
But this is the effect you got on my life, girl

I told her, "Don't trip, I got you"
I told her, "Her be calm, I got you"

I told her, "Don't trip, I got you"
I told her, "Her be calm, I got you"

You wanna go to Dubi? I got you You wanna get high in the sky? I got you
You wanna go to Miami? I got you You wanna live this luxury lifestyle? I got you
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English

It's getting late
Why you gotta be here?
Beside me
Watching
Needing
Wanting me
I'm afraid, (Don't Be)
Don't be afraid, I got you (Don't let go)
I'm afraid, (Don't Be)
Don't be afraid, I got you (Don't let go)
I'm afraid, (Don't Be)
Don't be afraid, I got you (Don't let go)
I'm afraid, (Don't Be)
Don't be afraid, I got you (Don't let go)

Don't be afraid, it's getting late
Do you wanna stay?
Say you want your hair done, what you want, braids?
Hope you not listening to your friends, 'cause all they do is hate
All they do is hate
Let's go on a date, you can pick where
You been getting some money, so you ain't gotta care
Know they jealous 'cause you with Da Kid
F*ck them hoes, f*ck them hoes, f*ck them hoes
'Cause I got you, 'cause I got you
F*ck them hoes
You told me, "F*ck the bros"
You say you just tryna f*ck with Da Kid
'Cause I'm f*cking you right and I'm f*cking you in the sky
You tired of economy, so I put you on a private flight
This a double R, not a Range Rover
Your ass be barely sober
You tired of living the lows, so I got you high
I got you high
I got you high
I got you
I got you
I got you
I got you
I got you
Know you afraid, it's getting late
Y'all niggas be the jakes
You say you my bro, I had to go and close that back door
I'm riding with a switch, I'm riding with a chop
I'm riding with an AR
This bitch whine more than the cat, but she got good cat
I can't stop f*cking, she say, ("I'm afraid")
I told her, "Don't be, 'cause I got you"
("I'm afraid")
I told her, "Don't be, 'cause I got you"
("I'm afraid")
I told her, "Don't be, 'cause I got you"
You wanna go to Dubi?
I got you
You wanna get high in the sky?
I got you
You wanna go to Miami?
I got you
You wanna live this luxury lifestyle?
I got you

How many times I'm gon' sneak through this window?
You say that we're done, and now we're here f*ckin'
Can nobody stand on they ten toes?

You makin' me sweat, you makin' me water
But now you out claiming we friends, though
("We're friends though")
We takin' offense and making amends

How many times I'm finna drop ten hoes?
Got your birthday wig on, f*cked your 613
Baby, f*ck is on your phone, these niggas be thirsty

How long we taking it slow?
It's been too many weeks
What we waiting on, girl, what we waiting on?

Staying up hours too long, I f*cked up your routine
In the morning we out to Saks, getting you what you need
Never knew I was the spoiling type
But this is the effect you got on my life, girl

I told her, "Don't trip, I got you"
I told her, "Her be calm, I got you"

I told her, "Don't trip, I got you"
I told her, "Her be calm, I got you"

You wanna go to Dubi? I got you You wanna get high in the sky? I got you
You wanna go to Miami? I got you You wanna live this luxury lifestyle? I got you
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Writer: Chase Robinson, Romel Bryant
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Chase Da Kid
Language: English
Length: 3:28
Written by: Chase Robinson, Romel Bryant
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