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chrome magnum - rome streetz lyrics

c*c*conductor? conductor, we*

[verse 1:]
ayo, get cash and live glamorous
plenty bad b*tches, polyamorous gold on my hand and wrist reaped the rewards because i ran the risk
seen too many n*ggas fall and fail ’cause they ain’t plannin’ sh*t two l’s roll a cool j, i’m smokin’ cannabis
in the same sp*ce, me and these weird n*ggas can’t exist
before fans, i had fiends that needed grams to sniff
crumpled dollars in my jeans, livin’ scandalous
wild teen mom couldn’t handle us no love in the land of l*st every palm ain’t a hand to trust
you either got it or you don’t, we ran the scammin’ up
prop it off your profile, then go shop in canada
built for the grind, i got stamina
f*ck the elevator, i took thе stairs didn’t hold on the banister wanted thе glamour life, i couldn’t get it as a janitor
seen a head smoke a pebble out a sprite canister
fast forward, i’m louis down in front of finn camera posin’
wrist used to be numb from the cuffs now they frozen
if it was ever fake love, just know the bond broken
i’d kick the f*ckin’ door down if it don’t want open

[refrain:]
gold rings and designer fabrics push a fast foreign whip
keep a chrome magnum eat dinner off the same plate that i was baggin’
elevated to the stage from the paddy wagon
gold rings and designer fabrics push a fast foreign whip
keep a chrome ratchet eat dinner off the same plate that i was baggin’
elevated to the stage from the paddy wagon
[verse 2:]
the rap gang’s a b*tch, i f*ck, bust on her and left her soakin’ wet grown men actin’ like hoes, they posin’ no threat
i give two f*cks who you know and who you gon’ get
i’ve been so alert, the broke, i’m after the dough flip
gold froze wrist on sh*t in a benzo whip
you don’t wish me well, go blow d*ck
it’s simple, food sold and sold for no dough and credentials realizing your full potential was so essential
i put love on the back burner, got bread to attend to
i wonder how me makin’ a move for me offends you
a food just another item of food on the menu
the god can’t protect you from the evil that men do
an angel pulled a pistol on a devil in a venue
.38 special, no wrestle, left you wet suit
main objective always been to get loot
put.2 in a valve and pass it out as a test tube

conductor, we have a problem! conductor, we have a problem!

- rome streetz lyrics

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