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(album: Chavo's World 2 - 2021)


(Chavo's World Tour)

Cut his hand off if he steal from me
On the block with five's and ten's, 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, his appeal coming, shit (Noted)

Shake yo' ass, bitch, here's a pill or something' (Here's a pill or somethin')
I showed her Different Strokes, the tv wasn't on
I ain't Phillip Drummond
I feel the disrespect from your side and I get to gunning
Open my book bag and see drugs, you can pick a substance

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, Jay stashing guns inside his wheel chair
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

Getting money through the internet
Spanish bitches is into that
6 series with the fin attached
Send it here and we send it back
Making movies, we cinematic
Tell Virgil to send a package
She know my raps verbatim
And she love when I bend her backwards

I was in the can now a nigga is international
The judge know how I'm coming
If he catch me I get the maximum
Diamond district, shitting on these niggas, I took a laxative
He got hit inside his face and that there, ain't no accident

We send packs through the mail
Weigh it up get the scale man
Waking up for the mail man (Hello?)
She throw it back we on the field playing

Jay stashing guns inside his wheel chair
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

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