American Deli

作词 : Chavo

Ch-Ch-Ch-Chavo's World 2

I can see, baby, let's just see

Baby, I said, yes, I see, baby, you know I said I see

You know that's what I see, hee, yeah

Yeah, yeah, check, yeah

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

I told CC I land at LAX at eight and she gon' swing through in the Bentley

I'ma pull up in the coupe

Run down on these niggas and air this bitch out 'til it's empty

Half a Roxy and some Wockhardt

American Deli, let's get us a ten-piece

Murder bravado

24 on the waist but I bet these bitches gon' hold a whole fifty

Murder for hire, .45 on my waist, **** a case, if I sell him, I'll zip you

Yeah, I ain't the same no more, the weed don't numb the pain no more

Couple niggas switched it up

Bet they won't come around, bitch, you ain't gang no more

I bet these bitches won't catch me lacking

Tell your nigga I said "What's happenin'?"

He slid in my DMs and then we linked up

Then I act like I ain't know what happened

Baby, I know I'm too much for you

Baby, don't get too comfortable

Step in this bitch I might pop the boot

The pussy so wet it's like soup

It's like ooh, it's like water (Water)

Ice on my wrist, it's water, yeah (Water)

Broke bitches not my aura (Nah)

Turnt in this bitch, gon' pour it (Yeah)

Couple thot bitches gon' throw it (Yeah)

My bro said he need a couple racks

I hit baby boy but just don't blow it (Ayy)

He said this gon' hold him over (Over)

I said baby boy, take over (Ah)

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

I told CC I land at LAX at eight and she gon' swing through in the Bentley

I'ma pull up in the coupe

Run down on these niggas and air this bitch out 'til it's empty

Half a Roxy and some Wockhardt, American Deli, let's get us a ten-piece

Murder bravado, 24 on the waist but I bet these bitches gon' hold a whole fifty

Murder for hire, .45 on my waist, **** a case, if I sell him, I'll zip you

Yeah, I ain't the same no more, the weed don't numb the pain no more

Yeah, Biscotti too hotty, we smoke in the lobby

They kick us out, we get it poppin'

I'm up at the W, they found out which I'm room I'm in

They gon' be suckin' and swallowin'

I'm fully-equipped when I'm up in the mall

Don't end up get shot when I'm shoppin'

The glizzy is with me when I'm in your city

I keep it on me for precaution

The Cullinan shaped like a yacht or a boat

She got inside it and got carsick (Yeah)

My young nigga won't think about wiping your nose

He having more sticks than Guitar Center (Okay)

He hit him and left him on side of the road, and now his big bro is a pallbearer

I walk through TSA with a whole bunch of gold, that's a awful lot of cough syrup

I told CC I land at LAX at eight and she gon' swing through in the Bentley

I'ma pull up in the coupe

Run down on these niggas and air this bitch out 'til it's empty

Half a Roxy and some Wockhardt, American Deli, let's get us a ten-piece

Murder bravado, 24 on the waist but I bet these bitches gon' hold a whole fifty

Murder for hire, .45 on my waist, **** a case, if I sell him, I'll zip you

Yeah, I ain't the same no more, the weed don't numb the pain no more

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)