| Boys on the block told boys on the spot
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| You gotta a shot youngin', you ain’t gotta get shot
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| Dangerous to measure a man by the size of his cock
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| I was told to measure a King by the size of his flock
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| Who your leader and where y’all going? |
| My army big enough carry a boeing'
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| Ride off to the Lox
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| Hair braided, twisted, wind blowin' thru my knots
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| 9th, G, Jones, Khrysis, Amp, Kash, Nottz
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| Mama got soulfood cooking in the pots
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| You in a grave situation you should look into a plot
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| Dirt on my name, boy I’m way too smart
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| Chest full of a pride don’t mean nothin' without heart
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| One life to live so you gotta make a mark
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| West side told one thang, don’t never rock with marks
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| I only rock with mark, that’s my lil brother
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| That’s the big homie, daddy said always keep a G on me
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| I got the dagger back that thang still sharp
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| I really play the game y’all commentate behind doors
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| Don’t never say my name cause it might end yours
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| I never been lazy but I seen a plenty Forest
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| Whitaker, the with of her, good Lord
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| Ain’t got keys like Khaled but I still open doors
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| A few in my crew flew the coop
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| The day I fly the coupe I’ll probably get woop woop’d
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| Speeding thru the laney, what we call high schoolin'
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| Painted that like Delaney, we see it in color too
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| Synesthetic, know everybody won’t GET it
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| I’m patient though, no wonder they regret it
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| When I ooh
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| Pull up in the coupe
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| When the chrome coming?
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| It’s coming in June
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| When the chrome coming?
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| It’s coming in June
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Pull up on em
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| Naw, hold pull back
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| Don’t show all your cards
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| They ain’t worth that
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| Spoon feed these niggas
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| Baby teeth these nigga
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| Who they teethin' on?
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| Me, my nigga
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| Chrome been spinning on my mind
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| Hair, face new outfit, I’m fine
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| Trips round the world with homies we all flyin'
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| Everything they say ain’t gospel, lames lie
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| Boys always taught don’t cry, but need to cry
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| I was taught to respect the driver more than I do the ride
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| Ride with me homie, ain’t nothing to hold the wheel
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| When I was hungry you looked out, you always got me a meal
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| Workin on my glowup, they askin if I got mills
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| I got family, I got stress, got success and bills
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| Good God!
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| Put 20 inches on the axle
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| We cop them classic ol' thangs in the Hill like Axel
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| Lines better than all the rappers aligned if they ask you
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| Ridin' Shotgun, sittin askew
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| On the straight narrow
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| I called up mama up
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| Told her 'bout my summer reign
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| She thought 'bout Carl Thomas
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| I said no no no, no no I more like Giannis
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| Must be real to get these honors
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| That’s why they put G’s on us
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| I’m Real
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| Represent where you from?
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| Snow Hill
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| When you gon pull with up new chrome on your wheels?
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| Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real
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| I’m Real
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| Represent where you from?
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| Snow Hill
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| When you gon pull with up new chrome on your wheels?
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| Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chrome (Like Ooh), artist - Rapsody. Album song Laila’s Wisdom, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп