
Big Business Chavo
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[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
[Chorus]
I’m in Palm Angels, yeah, my palms itchin’
Bitch it’s big business
Dirty pistols, dirty citrus
You know what I’m sippin’
Spike my shoes out
Yeah, my bitch Hawaiian like she in a luau
VVS me, I fuck her friends, I just keep it sexy
VVS me, I fuck her friends, I just keep it sexy
VVS me, I fuck her friends, I just keep it sexy
[Verse 1]
Hm, I see your hoe giving me side-eye
She wanted prime rib, I gave her Five Guys
Yeah, roll it up, let’s get sky high (yeah)
50 stories up (woah) that’s a sky rise (huh)
The runners is Dolce, that’s what your hoes say
1942, I don’t sip Rosé, that’s what your hoe say
Shoot up the bag I'm keepin' the shells, pussy
That’s a cold case
The crackhead that just came out of the trap house
Yeah, that’s a cokehead
We got work, dummy, you could place your order
ODed on Fetty Wap (yeah) call that Rigamortis
Yeah, fuck on that lil bitch until I get exhausted
Poppin’ Roxy 30s (wait) ain’t you feelin’ nauseous
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
[Chorus]
I’m in Palm Angels, yeah, my palms itchin’
Bitch it’s big business
Dirty pistols, dirty citrus
You know what I’m sippin’
Spike my shoes out
Yeah, my bitch Hawaiian like she in a luau
VVS me, I fuck her friends, I just keep it sexy
VVS me, I fuck her friends, I just keep it sexy
VVS me, I fuck her friends, I just keep it sexy
[Verse 1]
Hm, I see your hoe giving me side-eye
She wanted prime rib, I gave her Five Guys
Yeah, roll it up, let’s get sky high (yeah)
50 stories up (woah) that’s a sky rise (huh)
The runners is Dolce, that’s what your hoes say
1942, I don’t sip Rosé, that’s what your hoe say
Shoot up the bag I'm keepin' the shells, pussy
That’s a cold case
The crackhead that just came out of the trap house
Yeah, that’s a cokehead
We got work, dummy, you could place your order
ODed on Fetty Wap (yeah) call that Rigamortis
Yeah, fuck on that lil bitch until I get exhausted
Poppin’ Roxy 30s (wait) ain’t you feelin’ nauseous
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