Chavo, Pi'erre Bourne - For Me (Babygirl) lyrics

[Chavo, Pi'erre Bourne - For Me Babygirl lyrics]

How I'ma know if you really for me?
Count up some money when it get boring
Baby girl, I told you don't come over 'til the mornin'
You won't even be calling my phone when you get horny
Man these Glocks and plenty Micro Dracos, why we be totin'
I ain't save her number, she ain't my hoe, you ain't important
Kicked her out the hotel, man that lil' bitch was getting annoying
Don't be surprised when you see Chav' in the trap, do not record me

I speak to that paper with urgency
She blowin' my phone up, she say it's emergency
Killin' that pussy in first degree
Damn my phone on DND, do not burden me
Police pull me over, don't murder me
I'm dressing the condo up, I gotta furnish it
Grippin' the blick while I'm turning it
It start to heat up, I bet that I burn em' in
I'm rollin' up dope like a Burner Man
Dropping a deuce in the soda can
Hard to cope with some shit, so I roll again
I wish Ms. N was still here I know she would hold my hand
Ain't been to that country a day in my life, but I bet they know the camp
We grindin' throughout the day and the night, just point me to a rent

How I'ma know if you really for me?
Count up some money when it get boring
Baby girl, I told you don't come over 'til the mornin'
You won't even be calling my phone when you get horny
Man these Glocks and plenty Micro Dracos, why we be totin'
I ain't save her number, she ain't my hoe, you ain't important
Kicked her out the hotel, man that lil' bitch was getting annoying
Don't be surprised when you see Chav' in the trap, do not record me

She likin' on all of my pictures
Police on my back, say that I fit the description
My lawyer gon' get the specifics
I'm rolling up dope, never touchin' syringes
Her pussy is smelling like citrus
Cook for me baby and go do the dishes
She say that I'm tastin' delicious
I gave her a couple hundred for commission
She stand like a Stallion, it's sickening
I'm high off the ground, I'm suspended
If you pay for the pound, I'ma send it
I told her stay down for the count, don't take it offensive
I told her come grab it. If I bring it to you. It's gon' make it expensive
Lil' bitch holding me down, she never ever gon' break the commitment

How I'ma know if you really for me?
Count up some money when it get boring
Baby girl, I told you don't come over 'til the mornin'
You won't even be calling my phone when you get horny
Man these Glocks and plenty Micro Dracos, why we be totin'
I ain't save her number, she ain't my hoe, you ain't important
Kicked her out the hotel, man that lil' bitch was getting annoying
Don't be surprised when you see Chav' in the trap, do not record me

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