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chavo - white rino lyrics

[verse 1]
uh, s+xy and conceited, i’m like, “what you needin’?”
f+ck them people, hundred thousand worth, and i ain’t tuck it neither
in love with reefer, used to pop them pills, now codeine syrup [?]
slide in your spot like a n+gga derek jeter, droppin’ bombs, hiroshima
[?] lil’ carolina
she love my accent and my demeanor
tell me what the price is, i can beat it
put them bags in the sky, hole through the ceilin’
put her legs in the sky, she get to screamin’
roll up one+five in the beamer
p+ssy like cold fries, won’t eat it
breakin’ the bag to pieces
[chorus]
i gotta smoke to calm my nerves
i’m grippin’ her throat, she s+xy and curvy
we didn’t do scams, this the first to the third
got my man out a jam, i was sippin’ on syrup
i f+cked up the forgiato’s, hit a curb
seafood on the menu, i took her to surf’s
we seen him in traffic and did him the worst
i gotta smoke to calm my nerves
i’m grippin’ her throat, she s+xy and curvy
we didn’t do scams, this the first to the third
got my man out a jam, i was sippin’ on syrup
i f+cked up the forgiato’s, hit a curb
seafood on the menu, i took her to surf’s
we seen him in traffic and did him the worst

[verse 2]
off+white house decor, i had to take her to the house for more
did this sh+t all by myself, don’t need no vouchers, boy
semi+automatic pistols, it’s in the couch for sure
took his head right off of his shoulders, he should’ve hit the floor
gun is ’bout big as my forearm with an extension cord
low hoe, i’m with my main b+tch now, i had to hit ignore
i be callin’ big plays, you can sense a score
stick into my ribcage, don’t wanna sin no more
[chorus]
i gotta smoke to calm my nerves
i’m grippin’ her throat, she s+xy and curvy
we didn’t do scams, this the first to the third
got my man out a jam, i was sippin’ on syrup
i f+cked up the forgiato’s, hit a curb
seafood on the menu, i took her to surf’s
we seen him in traffic and did him the worst
i gotta smoke to calm my nerves
i’m grippin’ her throat, she s+xy and curvy
we didn’t do scams, this the first to the third
got my man out a jam, i was sippin’ on syrup
i f+cked up the forgiato’s, hit a curb
seafood on the menu, i took her to surf’s
we seen him in traffic and did him the worst

- chavo lyrics

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