Here we are
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It is the Chromite Loco
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Genoa City for all my brothers
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Do you know that
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dogozilla
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Ok brother
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I don't recognize you and I'm on the booster with the envelopes broken into pieces
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I do what I want, always and anywhere because you, no, don't stop us
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And we travel at night at one hundred an hour with the headlights off, always straight ahead
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Pour me into the cocktail before it's too late or too late to figure it out
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You know what dreams I have a lot in my drawer, bro
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Like making a few bucks and flying to Guantánamo
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Cromo explains his modus operandi to the others
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If you have a fucking dream, chase it and grab it (here we are)
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I know that you follow your destiny, you don't have to stop, only you can do it bro (there are)
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It doesn't matter if you water the garden
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A fruit does not fall far from the tree
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And sometimes I think about it
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I stay awake
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I use my sixth sense as a master tree
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Take into consideration that it takes a certain thickness if there is a certain behind it
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pretext
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I know that it hurts you, bro, how much we rock
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I speak of street because it belongs to me
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It's not my fault if we actually grow up
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It's just that we don't show it to you |
I don't recognize you and I'm on the booster with the envelopes broken into pieces
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I do what I want, always and anywhere because you, no, don't stop us
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And we travel at night at one hundred an hour with the headlights off, always straight ahead
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Pour me into the cocktail before it's too late or too late to figure it out
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Loco Chromite
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Pour another brother'
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Gold Chrome |