Chavo, Pi’erre Bourne - Tweets lyrics

Ch-Ch-Chavo's World 2
La la la la, la la la la, Chavo's World
Chavo's World
La la la la, la la la la, Chavo's World
Chavo's World

Don't respond to tweets
We'll cross in the streets
Heard you lost a bad bitch, I got her, yeah
Finders keepers
Blowin' weed in front police like
I don't even see 'em
Hit the curb, rim cracked, ante up
Head cracked my dog ass hit a bad
Bitch on the air mattress
Ain't Call of Duty, bruh, just call on me
I got a care package
She said "Just take it easy"
Had her hair wrapped up
I put her in the air like a pterodactyl

Now she actin' bougie, she a prima donna
(Prima donna) told her that she trippin'
I'ma put on this condom (Put on this condom)
Bal Harbour pipe up, my young bull a bison
(He is) he told me he like pistols
Shootin' 'em exciting (Oh yeah)
Too much diamonds 'round my neck
They might try indict me (Huh)
She said I left her in the cold, oh well
You move conniving
It's 'bout guns and butter, nigga
Hope you learn the science (Facts)
My lil' chocolate bitch fine
I name her Godiva (Word)
Had him slumped in his car
They couldn't revive him
Egg and waffle dates, took her to a diner
I have 'em laying where you lay
I can get you lined up
Trap phone won't stop ringing
I can hear it chiming (Hello?)

She wanna lay her ass on this Tempur-Pedic
(Uh, huh) cooking hard in the apartments
Had the tenants heated (Damn)
I'm like Floyd on the block
'cause I ain't defeated
I think my first lil' bad
Yellow ho named West Rhodesia (Nice)
Hittin' Spanish bitches now
They family in Argentina (Cómo está)
Big money on my line
I can't talk 'bout peanuts (Hello?)
I be in Saks
You tried to copy me and fucked up the re-up
(Haha) i got some lil' niggas that look up
To me 'cause I helped 'em re-up (Facts)
I told her "Come over, I need company"
Now you can't even see her (Come here)
Her car got towed, she parked
In the wrong spot, i got it out next evening
(I got you) count up a fifty ball back
To back in one day, that's an achievement
Paramedics came through and checked
His pulse to see if he was even breathing
(He's outta there)

Don't respond to tweets
We'll cross in the streets
Heard you lost a bad bitch, I got her, yeah
Finder's keepers
Blowin' weed in front police like
I don't even see 'em
Hit the curb, rim cracked, ante up
Head cracked my dog ass hit a bad
Bitch on the air mattress
Ain't Call of Duty, bruh, just call on me
I got a care package
She said "Just take it easy"
Had her hair wrapped up
I put her in the air like a pterodactyl