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letra de interviews - chavo

[intro]
(come on p)

[chorus]
this cup got me in different moods (like i’m schizo)
bullets hit his body, now he sippin’ soup (ouch)
god really work wonders, b-tch i’m livin’ proof (livin’ proof)
i count up a hundred, in the livin room
family problems, duckin’ questions in them interviews (don’t ask me that)
she want a sample of lil’ chavo, put her in the loop (c’mere)
told lil bro put a pound in my casket, don’t forget the grabba (don’t forget it)
who decide what murder bravado, i don’t want a suit (i’m lookin’ clean)

[verse 1]
fly as ever, rest in peace to gigi (and kobe)
inside of the 7, slimey look like kiwi (free slime)
you think i’m rappin’ for a f-ckin’ mitsubishi? (nah)
she want a ring, but comin’ up short like she cp (she hit the showers)
the switchy turned a fully now (frr frr frr)
van cleef, 24 karat, i’m just puttin’ you down (just lettin’ you know)
send the driver when i’m hungry, go get sum’ from [?] (can you grab for me?)
pez stay jackin’ that maybach, all up buyin’ [?] (god d-mn)
you know my mama proud
back then couldn’t do it, i can buy it now (i can grab it now)
six, seven pistols in this vehicle, ridin’, ridin’ round yo side of town
smokin’ back to back, i might as well buy the pound
havin’ convos with my jeweler, like is that the right amount? (n-gga you told me something)
[chorus]
this cup got me in different moods (like i’m schizo)
bullets hit his body, now he sippin’ soup (ouch)
god really work wonders, b-tch i’m livin’ proof (livin’ proof)
i count up a hundred, in the livin room
family problems, duckin’ questions in them interviews (don’t ask me that)
she want a sample of lil’ chavo, put her in the loop (c’mere)
told lil bro put a pound in my casket, don’t forget the grabba (don’t forget it)
who decide what murder bravado, i don’t want a suit (i’m lookin’ clean)

[verse 2]
yeah this switchy flip a n-gga backwards (backwards)
gucci from the archives, got this sh-t from dapper (it’s really old)
we start the race together, somehow i just lapped him (just lapped him)
put my bm in some dolce did that day off rappin’
no genie in the bottle still lil’ chavo make sum’ happen (let’s go)
if it wasn’t for lil’ vette i’ll probably be in caskets
miami beach with brentridge ass, we probably dippin’ acid (yeah)
massachusetts got my heart, you couldn’t imagine (from the hood to burbs)
nipsey hussle left the blueprint i just gotta tack it
you dressin’ lookin’ tacky

- chavo

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