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why is everything chrome? (lean swag rock wit it) - king critical lyrics

why is everything chrome?
cash
man this beat got me feeling like the franchise boyz in this bihh
lean wit it, rock wit it, lean swag rock wit it
lean swag rock wit it
everything is chrome in the future
work
i get to the money, i get it and go
i’m f*cking your b*tch, got d*ck in her throat
n*gga leaning, just poured up a 4
run in your spot, taking ya dough
hit em high, hit em low low woah woah woah
it’s critical n*gga

work
let me quit playing and get on this beat
i don’t wanna hear when you talking to me
freestyle but the drip aint free
bust down and the b*tch aint cheap
she cuffed now, done hit her for weeks
up now, got her selling 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 fans when they beefing with me
you got guns
we got cannons
hit em with drums, call em nick cannon
a n*gga be grooving
a n*gga be moving

call up my shooters and they come and do ya
my young n*ggas shooting my young n*ggas shooting
come to my city, won’t see em again
n*gga on f*ck sh*t
drinkin that henn, mixed with that xan
you know the recipe and i’m smoking yo mans
got prices on ya head, got n*ggas that work for me
still from the hood but n0body knows
still got them racks, keep that on the low
i’m smoking good, i got it from me
get out ya draws, get on ya knees
i’m on that pimp sh*t, i’m extra drippin

throw up the c’s, i’m extra crippin
she don’t want me to leave, she extra trippin
sprite codeine, i be extra lifted
i get to the money, i get it and go
run up them bands and trap out the store
my dope real hot when it get off the stove
b*tch thought i was playin, i hit it and go
n*gga thought he was hard, 10 shots to the throat
woah
swag, swag, swag, swag
woah
swag, swag, swag
woah
it’s critical n*gga

me and my flags, they matchin together
done gave her a molly, put d*ck in her belly
i need a b*tch like miley cyrus
he don’t come outside, that n*gga be hidin
we going dumb, we shoot for a hobby
you a middleman, you can quit lyin
i got good aim, i shoot for his linin
she got good brain, she got a in science
look at the rollie, that sh*t be shinin
bling blau
check out the freestyle, the sh*t be ridin
i get to the money, i get it and go
go
it’s critical n*gga
swag

- king critical lyrics

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