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everything's chrome - king critical lyrics

[intro: king critical]
its critical, n*gga
why everything chrome?
lean, swag, rock with it
lean, swag, rock with it
lean, swag rock with it
its the remix
glizzy what you cooking up?

[verse 1: king critical]
i get to the money, i get it and go
i’m f*ckin’ your b*tch, got d*ck in her throat
n*gga, lean, just poured up a four
run in your spot, taking your dough
hit ’em high, hit ’em low, low
woah, woah, woah
its critical, n*gga
let me quit playin’ and get on this beat
i don’t wanna hear when you talkin’ to me
freestyle, but the drip ain’t free
bust down and the b*tch ain’t cheap
she cuffin’ now, i done hit her for weeks
up now, got a sale on my weed
i got the keys to the streets
i’m sending n*ggas, bring ’em to me
these diamonds dancing, quit lookin’ at me
n*ggas be famous when they beefin’ with me
you got guns, we got cannons
hit ’em with drums, call the mechanic
n*ggas be groovin’, n*ggas be movin’
callin’ my shooters, they come and do you
young n*ggas shooting, these young n*ggas shoot
come to my city, won’t see ’em again
[verse 2: duke duece]
what the f*ck
f*ck it, i pop out, i’m bustin’
sound like a percussion
k from russia
n*gga better not touch me
if i missed, you lucky
big old k and it came with a scope
n*gga, i ain’t going out, put it on folks
k got a drum, that b*tch done roll
n*ggas still up (chk*chk) reload (bow, bow)
call him 6ix9ine, he a snitch
see it in your eyes, you a b*tch
i got six nine’s, them ho’s gon’ hit
leave your dirty ass in a ditch
uhh, yeah, i see that you’re scared, you’re p*ssing the bed
i don’t give a f*ck that they calling the feds
its f*ck the police, you heard what i said
we keep that sh*t gutter, you know how we play
hold my wrist up, special ed
f*ckin’ that ho for that sh*t that you said
d*ck in her kidney, we came in y’all bed
f*ck her for free, but you givin’ her bread
give me a nut and i left her on read
ho, f*ck you mean? i’m the fat mack
when i say [?] ain’t cutting no slack
we stay by pimpin’ or get your ass smacked
what? get your ass smacked
stuck with the strap, ’cause i came through the back
get down with the mob, might come with a pack
bought me these shoes, i feel like shaq
[?] boy, k!ller get hats
get you outside, you’ll get whacked
my guys don’t zook, but they slide, thats facts
what the f*ck
[chorus: king critical & key glock]
glock to your top
make them lean, where they rock
got a glock to your top (woah)
make them lean, where they rock
with a glock to your top (woah)
make them lean, where they rock (woah)
with a glock to your top (woah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
make them lean, where they rock
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 3: key glock]
i got a .40 its filled with criticals
i got them sticks, i got plenty of ’em
i’m balling so hard this sh*t pitiful
i took his b*tch then i biffed her up
she like glizzy, you’re so unforgetable
shut up, b*tch turn, around and gitty up
yeah, ride this d*ck, b*tch gitty up
lil wh0re, this b*tch thick as a horse
cummin’ got my voice ho*rs*
but f*ck it, i’m posting more
but f*ck it, i’ll post some more
b*tch, i get high like its a chore
hoppin’ out the lamborghini, liftin’ my door
yeah, i’m hoppin’ out the lamborghini, liftin’ my door
this a lamborghini urus, not aventador
told gang, lets go up the score
ballin’ so hard, n*ggas can’t ignore it
and i keep a stick, i’ll burn you like a s’more (bop, bop, bop)
ten toes down, hard body to the core
got racks on racks, my legs get sore
so many dead men, this sh*t like a morgue

- king critical lyrics

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