[Intro]
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
Chavo's World, Chavo's World
[Chorus]
Yeah, why you gotta be so messy?
Diamond Rolexs
Time is of the essences, uh
I don't respond to her messages
You take long to get dressed and shit
We end up fuckin' off ecstasy
Smell the weed from the door
Creed on my clothes
You was eager to go
Two weeks later she scream on my phone
Like, leave me alone
What you needed me for?
[Verse]
This sprinter got too many seats (It do), in the city for a night, let's meet (Come on)
Been bookin' these flights for these freaks (Okay), my travel agent laughin' at me (What's so funny?)
iPhone 11 on sleep, PYT, TLC (LC)
I bet you don't know what that means (You don't), me and lil' bae gon' cream (Okay)
Laughin' like shells in streets (Fye, fye, fye), made me raise hell and pull heat
Now he can't have a lil' [?] (He can't), the judge wanna nail my feet (On God)
I gotta keep her nails on fleek (Mhm), she was here before the mill' like Meek (Mhm)
Packs landin' in the mail every week, put a bag on alarm in the room before we chief (Phew)
The Benz came with too many keys, position, she assume it for me (She do)
If it ain't love, what could it be? (What is it?) Rip the jeans when she got on her knees (Ha)
She call me dad but I ain't got no seeds (Uh-uh), fuck the bag if it ain't got no C's (What?)
We could chill, no photos, please, just chill and roll that reefer
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
Chavo's World, Chavo's World
[Chorus]
Yeah, why you gotta be so messy?
Diamond Rolexs
Time is of the essences, uh
I don't respond to her messages
You take long to get dressed and shit
We end up fuckin' off ecstasy
Smell the weed from the door
Creed on my clothes
You was eager to go
Two weeks later she scream on my phone
Like, leave me alone
What you needed me for?
[Verse]
This sprinter got too many seats (It do), in the city for a night, let's meet (Come on)
Been bookin' these flights for these freaks (Okay), my travel agent laughin' at me (What's so funny?)
iPhone 11 on sleep, PYT, TLC (LC)
I bet you don't know what that means (You don't), me and lil' bae gon' cream (Okay)
Laughin' like shells in streets (Fye, fye, fye), made me raise hell and pull heat
Now he can't have a lil' [?] (He can't), the judge wanna nail my feet (On God)
I gotta keep her nails on fleek (Mhm), she was here before the mill' like Meek (Mhm)
Packs landin' in the mail every week, put a bag on alarm in the room before we chief (Phew)
The Benz came with too many keys, position, she assume it for me (She do)
If it ain't love, what could it be? (What is it?) Rip the jeans when she got on her knees (Ha)
She call me dad but I ain't got no seeds (Uh-uh), fuck the bag if it ain't got no C's (What?)
We could chill, no photos, please, just chill and roll that reefer
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