Chavo, Pi’erre Bourne - American Deli lyrics

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 niggas and air
This bitch 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
Bitches gon' hold a whole fifty
Murder for hire, 45 on my waist, fuck
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 niggas switched it up
Bet they won't come around, bitch
You ain't gang no more
I bet these bitches won't catch me lacking
Tell your nigga 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 bitch I might pop the boot
The pussy 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 bitches not my aura (Nah)
Turnt in this bitch, gon' pour it (yeah)
Couple thot bitches 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 niggas and air
This bitch 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
Bitches gon' hold a whole fifty
Murder for hire, 45 on my waist, fuck
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 nigga 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 niggas and air
This bitch 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
Bitches gon' hold a whole fifty
Murder for hire, 45 on my waist, fuck
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?)