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chrome raid - chromazz lyrics

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[verse 1]
flexing, flexing
at every intersection
jane strip, cannot walk without my weapon
tricking losers, say h-llo i get a present
why you b-tches sucking, f-cking
suck and f-ck to get the remy
i’m too pretty, this my city
i be busy, got me skinny
turn your man into a trick, he gon’ finesse a no mo’ milly
no mo’ milly, in the quicky
turn him broke, my heart is nippy
p-ssy slippy when deliciy
got ’em feeling dizzy, feeling tipsy
he feel tipsy
my p-ssy make him lose his mind
p-ssy like crack, he be twitching when i ride
water paste when he inside
up and down slip-n-slide
strapped in love, we f-cked before a homicide

[chorus]
are you dumb?
this that chromin’ wave
when b-tches fall in love making dollars everyday
dope boys, yeah we find out where they stay
more than twenty racks ’bout to be a chromin’ raid
get the safes, get the tapes
get the rock, get the h
’bout to be a chromin’ raid
chrome raid a trick
yo, chrome raid a lick
think i give a f-ck, nah make these b-tches sit
i move sick ’cause i’m really ’bout that action
heavy heart, i wear like it’s fashion
one of a kid, these b-tches can’t stand it
don’t feel waste, don’t catch me on my savage
it ain’t personal, personal, personal
flying to the top, to the top, vertical
all these ho’s mad ’cause i look good, no surgical
chromazz on that b-tch, original, original

[verse 2]
i’m not feeling ways on that b-tch you cannot save
live my life on purpose, i don’t sit down and complain
i don’t sit down on my -ss, unless it’s boomin’ in the trap
learning this will be, i couldn’t stand in that cl-ss
not meant to be a square
i got power, it ain’t fair
ha, it ain’t fair chromin’ go he told the mayor
b-tches jealous of my hair
b-tches jealous of the flex
big br–sts, got them vexed
i got them bent, i got them depressed
is it ’cause i’m prettier, ’cause i’m better
i’m the best
better than the rest
trap a lot, i like how i s-xt
i call him papi, i’m his mommy
we go at it, we is raunchy
no i got this sauce he drip and drip like that sloppy

[chorus]
are you dumb?
this that chromin’ wave
when b-tches fall in love making dollars everyday
dope boys, yeah we find out where they stay
more than twenty racks ’bout to be a chromin’ raid
get the safes, get the tapes
get the rock, get the h
’bout to be a chromin’ raid
chrome raid a trick
yo, chrome raid a lick
think i give a f-ck, nah make these b-tches sit
i move sick ’cause i’m really ’bout that action
heavy heart, i wear like it’s fashion
one of a kid, these b-tches can’t stand it
don’t feel waste, don’t catch me on my savage
it ain’t personal, personal, personal
flying to the top, to the top, vertical
all these ho’s mad ’cause i look good, no surgical
chromazz on that b-tch, original, original

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