Chavo, Pi’erre Bourne - WYFW lyrics

[Chavo, Pi’erre Bourne - WYFW lyrics]

My name hold weight, clean white, Colgate
Trap open closed gate (yeah)
Cousin cooked it
You can smell it in the house
That shit was home made (Sheesh)
SRT scraped, a V12, nigga I got road rage
(Skrrt) took a brick, cut it up, made nines
Yeah, that's a four-way (Hah)
Keep it with me all the time
Never slippin', lose your mind, Alzheimer's
(Nah) call my phone talking dope
"Who the fuck is this? You
Got the wrong line"
Cutto waiting for his dope at the dope
Goddamn that's a long line (Damn)
Don't get blitzed in the club being cute
Throwing up thе wrong signs (Man)
Real niggas in my face evеryday
You don't wanna seem agitated (Nah)
Fake niggas 'round your way everyday
That's why you aggravated (Duh)
Selling work in the hood, 'tween us
Keep it on the d-low (Shh)
Pull up on you on a bike, mask off
(Fah-fah-fah) hit you like Rico (yeah)

Finally made it big, never paid a bitch
Cousin did a bid, came home rich (yeah)
Always busting plays, in and outta Saks
Put her on her back, made her suck a dick
Yeah, never trust a chick, keep a couple lick
Yeah my duffle big, who you fucking with?
Yeah, who you fucking with?
Yeah, who you fucking with? (yeah)
Finally made it big, never paid a bitch
Cousin did a bid, came home rich (yeah)
Always busting plays, in and outta Saks
Put her on her back, made her suck a dick
Yeah, ever trust a chick, keep a couple lick
Yeah my duffle big, who you fucking with?
Yeah, who you fucking with?
Yeah, who you fucking with?

Bad mamacita, she screaming my government
(yeah) she never gon' mumble it (What?)
If you take a pack
And you think you gon' rumble it
I bet you gon' fumble it (yeah)
I'm busting her back, nigga, I'm done with it
(yeah) you can go run with it (yeah)
I walk in Hermès and I
Drip like a broken faucet (yeah)
White bitch look like Jodie Foster
Throughout the day probably make
About like three deposit's (Hm-m)
Bodies dropping, just read about it (yeah)
I walk in the streets and
I step in Margiela laces
Jewish lawyer beat hella cases (Facts)
Hood niggas, but you know that we elevated
Smoking gas in elevators (yeah)

Finally made it big, never paid a bitch
Cousin did a bid, came home rich (yeah)
Always busting plays, in and outta Saks
Put her on her back, made her suck a dick
Yeah, never trust a chick, keep a couple lick
Yeah my duffle big, who you fucking with?
Yeah, who you fucking with?
Yeah, who you fucking with? (yeah)
Finally made it big, never paid a bitch
Cousin did a bid, came home rich (yeah)
Always busting plays, in and outta Saks
Put her on her back, made her suck a dick
Yeah, ever trust a chick, keep a couple lick
Yeah my duffle big, who you fucking with?
Yeah, who you fucking with?
Yeah, who you fucking with?

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