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Countertops
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Chavo
Chavo
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Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Performer
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Chavo
Chavo
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(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre...) I never once wrote a statement (nah) Pull out the Rolls, Wraith-y On the road, pourin' up hard drugs (hard, hard) Make them lil' niggas erase you Don't think you too smart for your own good (what?) Bitch, it ain't hard to replace you (word) P put me on H Lorenzo (okay) Now I'm in there every day dude Granite countertops holdin' the chops (chops), I like to showcase 'em Semi-automatic weapons for opps (opps), even tote 'em on probation Fuck clubbin', them hoes comin' to us (us) I just sent 'em the location Fuck them pussies, man, them niggas is hidin' I ain't got time to chase 'em Shoot up his spot, it's a ceremony (it is) You can smell the Goyard leather on me (nice) In the gamblin' house with the Tenderoni (woo) Bought a new SIM card and I trap off it (woo) Big four ol' winters, back off (back off) On the run with your birdy, track hawkin' (skrrt) Bathing the apes, Sasquatch Middle finger to the sheriff and the marshal On the bread puttin' syrup in the bottle And the scallop shrimp curled in the pasta He was pissed, I had his girl in my roster Range Rover autobiography I'm out of baggies, put it in a napkin (okay) Hit him from the car, he was lacking Send him up to God pre-packaged Fifty in the glitty, we active I never once wrote a statement (nah) Pull out the Rolls, Wraith-y On the road, pourin' up hard drugs (hard, hard) Make them lil' niggas erase you Don't think you too smart for your own good (what?) Bitch, it ain't hard to replace you (word) P put me on H Lorenzo (okay) Now I'm in there every day dude Granite countertops holdin' chops (chops), I like to showcase 'em Semi-automatic weapons for opps (opps), even tote 'em on probation Fuck clubbin', them hoes comin' to us (us) I just sent 'em the location Fuck them pussies, man, them niggas is hidin' I ain't got time to chase 'em Havin' drug cap Put the gun on the tire by the hubcap Runnin' the streets with some Rugrats They said, "Fuck school" and they love rappin' Red iron, the streets and the suburbs (skrrt) Hit the gas and it scream like a newborn (huh) Territory is mine, we can shoot for it (we can) You lil' niggas ain't hot, you lukewarm (nah) In the club and we pour up some Henny (some Henny) She wanted Dior and the Fendi (and the Fendi) And I took the stick out the box, what's poppin'? (what's poppin'?) I know them boys, they envy You hear how it roar, no Hemi (no Hemi) Never thought I could 'ford a Bentley Now on my shoulder writin' tellin' me bitches I'm talkin' them hoes, specifically (them hoes, them hoes) I never once wrote a statement (nah) Pull out the Rolls, Wraith-y On the real, pourin' up hard drugs (hard, hard) Make them lil' niggas erase you Don't think you too smart for your own good (what?) Bitch, it ain't hard to replace you (word) P put me on H Lorenzo (okay) Now I'm in there every day dude Granite countertops holdin' chops (chops), I like to showcase 'em Semi-automatic weapons for opps (opps), even tote 'em on probation Fuck clubbin', them hoes comin' to us (us) I just sent 'em the location Fuck them pussies, man, them niggas is hidin' I ain't got time to chase 'em
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