CHOWDER
(Yo Pierre)
(Type type huh)
Chowder is smoking the runts
I hit that that boy and I run
I got a shooter on the west side
Texting that boy in a crunch
Please do not take any ones
I'm rare like elephant tusk
Brought that bitch to a luncheon
But she still smoking on Dutch
Wait you haven't even seen my shit on god
All these diamonds on my bitch on god
She gone slob on my dick on god
She gone know I'm bout it
Bout it
Bout it
Bout it
What happens at Easter when nobody shows up to Easter
When you got you money but nobody care for a feature
I need a woman a real ass woman like queen Latifa
She fell off cigs but shawty still smoke on sativa
Wonder if I take the shit back
Wonder if that bitch will take back
All of the shit she said at
Laid back in the train bag
Travis Scott on the way back
Maybe Rick Ross in a Mayback
We got take out and we take dat
DoorDash and we stayed at
(Type type type huh)
Chowder is smoking the runts
I hit that that boy and I run
I got a shooter on the west side
Texting that boy in a crunch
Please do not take any ones
I'm rare like elephant tusk
Brought that bitch to a luncheon
But she still smoking on Dutch
(Type type huh)
Chowder is smoking the runts
I hit that that boy and I run
I got a shooter on the west side
Texting that boy in a crunch
Please do not take any ones
I'm rare like elephant tusk
Brought that bitch to a luncheon
But she still smoking on Dutch
Wait you haven't even seen my shit on god
All these diamonds on my bitch on god
She gone slob on my dick on god
She gone know I'm bout it
Bout it
Bout it
Bout it
What happens at Easter when nobody shows up to Easter
When you got you money but nobody care for a feature
I need a woman a real ass woman like queen Latifa
She fell off cigs but shawty still smoke on sativa
Wonder if I take the shit back
Wonder if that bitch will take back
All of the shit she said at
Laid back in the train bag
Travis Scott on the way back
Maybe Rick Ross in a Mayback
We got take out and we take dat
DoorDash and we stayed at
(Type type type huh)
Chowder is smoking the runts
I hit that that boy and I run
I got a shooter on the west side
Texting that boy in a crunch
Please do not take any ones
I'm rare like elephant tusk
Brought that bitch to a luncheon
But she still smoking on Dutch
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