Letter 2 Sum Brooklyn N by BIN CHINX Lyrics
Intro
I been gone for a min
But Im back for the party
In the corner sipping Black Pearl Louis
Eyes all tiny, and my pu**y all drippy
Bottle cost more then mommy house n rent money
You know how i give it
The bag stay on me
Never lackin
The goons stay w me
Im a New York bit**
So u know I’m f**kin ghetto
Niggas love me cause my talk
Harder then metal
& I spit some nasty mother fucken riddles, ready?
Ima dribble ya balls when u dig me up raw
Have u giggle a lil
(I like to giggle a lil)
Verse 1
Got my eye on the guy with the rolls Royce ghost
Don’t he know head huncho could fuck real good?
What up pap?
Can I record
When im on top
I hope the app don’t crash
You gon be cumming out ya socks
When u get real stiff ill let you buss all in my face
And ima lick it up
And ima ride u for days
When it’s my turn
U gon be calling my phone
"Like baby come over
I want you do that thing
W your tongue
I wanna spank u and spit in ya mouth"
He ain't never going back to that bitch from dirty south
Once he grabbed me, made me *** in his mouth
(Chinx on the phone: I’m at work stink, I’m busy rn)
Hook
He said
It's necessary, u styles in Garavani
& ya walk is mean in them Fashion Nova jeans, girl
He said he came from Jamaica
He owned a lil Benz
And he had a lil paper
He like to trap w his friends
I love this nigga
5’10 but his dick big body like the benz
New York bit** so I’m really f**kin cocky
Niggas buy me anything, when we uptown shopping
We the best, & we stay improving
Far from broke, so we ain’t never losing x2
Im from New York so im so fucken ghetoo
My clothes from Milano &
My wig from Morocco
Verse 2
Dick on shlong, got my ass on recover too
My ass on his cover too
I mean his lock screen
Forbes his magazine
He’s a money machine
He pump
Like gasoline
I pump
No Vaseline
He love a smart bitch
Call me Chinx e.b Dubois
If feds catch him, I’m Elle Woods
I got the voice
He the rolls in the royce
I could smell the henny on his voice
He said can you be my wife? I said na, hoes is ya choice
So he played you, right?
Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?
Talkin' bout he was gon' make you wife
Now he back under bin chinx
And u can’t find him in sight
Lil do he know the answer still no
And I can’t fuck with no nigga
That can’t make me the main show
I should’ve never entertained u
Let u fuck my pretty ass
Fuck it that shit in the past
I been gone for a min
But Im back for the party
In the corner sipping Black Pearl Louis
Eyes all tiny, and my pu**y all drippy
Bottle cost more then mommy house n rent money
You know how i give it
The bag stay on me
Never lackin
The goons stay w me
Im a New York bit**
So u know I’m f**kin ghetto
Niggas love me cause my talk
Harder then metal
& I spit some nasty mother fucken riddles, ready?
Ima dribble ya balls when u dig me up raw
Have u giggle a lil
(I like to giggle a lil)
Verse 1
Got my eye on the guy with the rolls Royce ghost
Don’t he know head huncho could fuck real good?
What up pap?
Can I record
When im on top
I hope the app don’t crash
You gon be cumming out ya socks
When u get real stiff ill let you buss all in my face
And ima lick it up
And ima ride u for days
When it’s my turn
U gon be calling my phone
"Like baby come over
I want you do that thing
W your tongue
I wanna spank u and spit in ya mouth"
He ain't never going back to that bitch from dirty south
Once he grabbed me, made me *** in his mouth
(Chinx on the phone: I’m at work stink, I’m busy rn)
Hook
He said
It's necessary, u styles in Garavani
& ya walk is mean in them Fashion Nova jeans, girl
He said he came from Jamaica
He owned a lil Benz
And he had a lil paper
He like to trap w his friends
I love this nigga
5’10 but his dick big body like the benz
New York bit** so I’m really f**kin cocky
Niggas buy me anything, when we uptown shopping
We the best, & we stay improving
Far from broke, so we ain’t never losing x2
Im from New York so im so fucken ghetoo
My clothes from Milano &
My wig from Morocco
Verse 2
Dick on shlong, got my ass on recover too
My ass on his cover too
I mean his lock screen
Forbes his magazine
He’s a money machine
He pump
Like gasoline
I pump
No Vaseline
He love a smart bitch
Call me Chinx e.b Dubois
If feds catch him, I’m Elle Woods
I got the voice
He the rolls in the royce
I could smell the henny on his voice
He said can you be my wife? I said na, hoes is ya choice
So he played you, right?
Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?
Talkin' bout he was gon' make you wife
Now he back under bin chinx
And u can’t find him in sight
Lil do he know the answer still no
And I can’t fuck with no nigga
That can’t make me the main show
I should’ve never entertained u
Let u fuck my pretty ass
Fuck it that shit in the past