Chance (part. Franky Style)

Chance, chance
Chance, chance
Chance, chance
Chance, chance

Baby, watch what I'm gonna do
You know I'm the real deal, true
Pussy give me the loot
I do it all for you

Girl, I want you to stay (to stay)
That ass is on another level (another level)
In leather, looks like a Mercedes
Moves in the south 'cause she knows there's snow
If she prefers it with 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’re 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 some perky
I’m rolling that mery (that mery)
To smoke and watch a movie, but she wants to take off my kicks (kicks)
I realize she’s more than ready (ready)
Her hand under my Levi's
And mine under her leggings
Wearing white Nikes, smelling like Kevin

I wear a rosary on my chest
From mama, none of those bitches
Protects me from the snitches
Only God knows what I throw

Man, she doesn’t want you in her life
And if she says 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’re on top of her
I’m a pimp

Chance, chance
When things go bad and no one can hear
Only searching will remain
Chance, chance
Without wanting to continue, baby, start to dance
'Cause at least that saves me
Chance, chance

'Cause at least that saves me
Chance, chance
'Cause at least that saves me
Chance, chance
'Cause at least that saves me
Chance, chance

She knows well why I look at her and what she has to do
It’s in the way I live or when I give her pleasure
Baby, we’re not about anything here, we’ll teach you if you don’t know
I just throw up bad life, we don’t care about your interest
The whole house is a mess and the bed smells like sex
And my shorty just woke up asking what I did yesterday

Baby, no, don’t look at me like that, don’t look at me like that
I just go and I’ll be back like this, I’ll be back like this
My crew wasting cheese, rolling cheese
Dirty boys, dirty boys, dirty boys
Baby, no, don’t look at me like that, don’t look at me like that
I just go and I’ll be back like this, I’ll be back like this
My crew wasting cheese, rolling cheese
Dirty boys, dirty boys, dirty boys

Chance, chance
When things go bad and no one can hear
Only searching will remain
Chance, chance
Without wanting to continue, baby, start to dance
'Cause at least that saves me
Chance, chance

'Cause at least that saves me
Chance, chance
'Cause at least that saves me
Chance, chance
'Cause at least that saves me
Chance, chance