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Ch-Ch-Ch-Chavo's World 2 I can see, baby, let's just see Baby, I said, yes, I see, baby, you know I said I see You know that's what I see, hee, yeah Yeah, yeah, check, yeah (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) I told CC I land at LAX at eight and she gon' swing through in the Bentley I'ma pull up in the coupe, run down on these n***as and air this b*t*h out 'til it's empty Half a Roxy and some Wockhardt, American Deli, let's get us a ten-piece Murder bravado, 24 on the waist but I bet these b*t*hes gon' hold a whole fifty Murder for hire, .45 on my waist, f**k a case, if I sell him, I'll zip you Yeah, I ain't the same no more, the weed don't numb the pain no more Couple n***as switched it up Bet they won't come around, b*t*h, you ain't gang no more I bet these b*t*hes won't catch me lacking Tell your n***a I said "What's happenin'?" He slid in my DMs and then we linked up, then I act like I ain't know what happened Baby, I know I'm too much for you Baby, don't get too comfortable Step in this b*t*h I might pop the boot The pu**y so wet it's like soup It's like ooh, it's like water (Water) Ice on my wrist, it's water, yeah (Water) Broke b*t*hes not my aura (Nah) Turnt in this b*t*h, gon' pour it (Yeah) Couple thot b*t*hes gon' throw it (Yeah) My bro said he need a couple racks, I hit baby boy but just don't blow it (Ayy) He said this gon' hold him over (Over) I said baby boy, take over (Ah) (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) I told CC I land at LAX at eight and she gon' swing through in the Bentley I'ma pull up in the coupe, run down on these n***as and air this b*t*h out 'til it's empty Half a Roxy and some Wockhardt, American Deli, let's get us a ten-piece Murder bravado, 24 on the waist but I bet these b*t*hes gon' hold a whole fifty Murder for hire, .45 on my waist, f**k a case, if I sell him, I'll zip you Yeah, I ain't the same no more, the weed don't numb the pain no more Yeah, Biscotti too hotty, we smoke in the lobby They kick us out, we get it poppin' I'm up at the W, they found out which I'm room I'm in They gon' be suckin' and swallowin' I'm fully-equipped when I'm up in the mall, don't end up get shot when I'm shoppin' The glizzy is with me when I'm in your city, I keep it on me for precaution The Cullinan shaped like a yacht or a boat, she got inside it and got carsick (Yeah) My young n***a won't think about wiping your nose, he having more sticks than Guitar Center (Okay) He hit him and left him on side of the road, and now his big bro is a pallbearer I walk through TSA with a whole bunch of gold, that's a awful lot of cough syrup I told CC I land at LAX at eight and she gon' swing through in the Bentley I'ma pull up in the coupe, run down on these n***as and air this b*t*h out 'til it's empty Half a Roxy and some Wockhardt, American Deli, let's get us a ten-piece Murder bravado, 24 on the waist but I bet these b*t*hes gon' hold a whole fifty Murder for hire, .45 on my waist, f**k a case, if I sell him, I'll zip you Yeah, I ain't the same no more, the weed don't numb the pain no more (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
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