Testo Countertops - Chavo feat. Pi’erre Bourne
Testo della canzone Countertops (Chavo feat. Pi’erre Bourne), tratta dall'album Chavo's World
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre...)
I never once wrote a statement (nah)
Pull out the Rolls, Wraith-y
On the road, pourin' up hard drugs (hard, hard)
Make them lil' niggas erase you
Don't think you too smart for your own good (what?)
Bitch, it ain't hard to replace you (word)
P put me on H Lorenzo (okay)
Now I'm in there every day dude
Granite countertops holdin' the chops (chops), I like to showcase 'em
Semi-automatic weapons for opps (opps), even tote 'em on probation
Fuck clubbin', them hoes comin' to us (us)
I just sent 'em the location
Fuck them pussies, man, them niggas is hidin'
I ain't got time to chase 'em
Shoot up his spot, it's a ceremony (it is)
You can smell the Goyard leather on me (nice)
In the gamblin' house with the Tenderoni (woo)
Bought a new SIM card and I trap off it (woo)
Big four ol' winters, back off (back off)
On the run with your birdy, track hawkin' (skrrt)
Bathing the apes, Sasquatch
Middle finger to the sheriff and the marshal
On the bread puttin' syrup in the bottle
And the scallop shrimp curled in the pasta
He was pissed, I had his girl in my roster
Range Rover autobiography
I'm out of baggies, put it in a napkin (okay)
Hit him from the car, he was lacking
Send him up to God pre-packaged
Fifty in the glitty, we active
I never once wrote a statement (nah)
Pull out the Rolls, Wraith-y
On the road, pourin' up hard drugs (hard, hard)
Make them lil' niggas erase you
Don't think you too smart for your own good (what?)
Bitch, it ain't hard to replace you (word)
P put me on H Lorenzo (okay)
Now I'm in there every day dude
Granite countertops holdin' chops (chops), I like to showcase 'em
Semi-automatic weapons for opps (opps), even tote 'em on probation
Fuck clubbin', them hoes comin' to us (us)
I just sent 'em the location
Fuck them pussies, man, them niggas is hidin'
I ain't got time to chase 'em
Havin' drug cap
Put the gun on the tire by the hubcap
Runnin' the streets with some Rugrats
They said, "Fuck school" and they love rappin'
Red iron, the streets and the suburbs (skrrt)
Hit the gas and it scream like a newborn (huh)
Territory is mine, we can shoot for it (we can)
You lil' niggas ain't hot, you lukewarm (nah)
In the club and we pour up some Henny (some Henny)
She wanted Dior and the Fendi (and the Fendi)
And I took the stick out the box, what's poppin'? (what's poppin'?)
I know them boys, they envy
You hear how it roar, no Hemi (no Hemi)
Never thought I could 'ford a Bentley
Now on my shoulder writin' tellin' me bitches
I'm talkin' them hoes, specifically (them hoes, them hoes)
I never once wrote a statement (nah)
Pull out the Rolls, Wraith-y
On the real, pourin' up hard drugs (hard, hard)
Make them lil' niggas erase you
Don't think you too smart for your own good (what?)
Bitch, it ain't hard to replace you (word)
P put me on H Lorenzo (okay)
Now I'm in there every day dude
Granite countertops holdin' chops (chops), I like to showcase 'em
Semi-automatic weapons for opps (opps), even tote 'em on probation
Fuck clubbin', them hoes comin' to us (us)
I just sent 'em the location
Fuck them pussies, man, them niggas is hidin'
I ain't got time to chase 'em
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Writer(s): Jordan Jenks, Rayshaun Malik Scott
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