Chavo, Pi’erre Bourne - Packs lyrics
[Chavo, Pi’erre Bourne - Packs lyrics]
Ch-Ch-Chavo's World 2 yo Pi'erre, yo Pi'erre
Cut his hand off if he steal from me (Sss)
On the block with 5s and 10s
This ain't deal money
They on your ass, if you ain't from here
You should chill homie
Judge gave him a dime, but we ain't tripping
Here's a pill coming, shit (You know it)
Shake your ass, bitch
Here's a pill or something
(Here's a pill or something)
I showed her different strokes
The TV wasn't on
I ain't Philip Drummond (Hey, hey)
I feel the disrespect from your side
And I get to gunning
Open my book bag, and see drugs
You can pick a substance
Wе send packs through the mail
Weigh it up, wе get the scale, man
Waking up for the mailman (Hello)
She throw it back, we on the field playing
Uh j stashing guns inside his wheelchair
Ain't hit my ex in a minute
But you know the love is still there
Rico hit my line, he got a seal for me
(It's clean)
Nana house is hot, my uncle still cooking
(Sss)
Getting money through the internet
(yeah, yeah) spanish bitches is into that
Send it here, and we send it back (yeah)
Making movies, we cinematic (yeah)
Tell Virgil to send a package (yeah)
She know my raps, verbatim
And she love when I bend her backwards (Okay)
I was in the can
Now a nigga is international (Wow)
The judge know how I'm coming (yeah)
If he catch me, I get the maximum
Diamond district, shitting on these niggas
I took a laxative (yeah)
I hit inside his face
And that right there ain't no accident
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We send packs through the mail
Weigh it up, we get the scale, man
Waking up for the mailman (Hello)
She throw it back, we on the field playing
Uh j stashing guns inside his wheelchair
Ain't hit my ex in a minute
But you know the love is still there
Rico hit my line, he got a seal for me
(It's clean)
Nana house is hot, my uncle still cooking
(Sss)
La la la la, la la la la, Chavo's World
Chavo's World la la la la, la la la la