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chrome hearts - yung obi lyrics

[verse 1: rarcy]
okay
told her leave me alone
told stop hitting my phone
told her leave me alone , told her stop hitting my phone
woah couple thots in the rolls woah i be f*ckin’ on ya hoe
couple thots in the rolls bout to cash*out go hit up melrose
chrome hearts vlone all this sh*t coming straight from the dome
shawty said i got no heart said b*tch go and check my clothes , comme des garçon lots of designers all on my wardrobe
my maybach like 2 doors, just might need a new porsche
i can’t f*ck with rentals, got yo b*tch goin’ mental
n*ggas know my body when i pull up in this benz tho
drip ain’t cheap cost me bands tho, don’t got a lot of friends tho
okay, okay
drip ain’t cheap cost me bands tho, don’t got a lot of friends tho

[verse 1: yung obi]
(skrt)
getting to my bands
your b*tch always on my f*cking d*ck
tell your b*tch to call it quits, ’cause i could never love a b*tch
buy me some moncler, cariter frames you know i see clear
man you always flexing mid, ew i cannot do that
i be smoking on the finest gas, plug from netherlands
you be buying off a middleman of a middleman
i be getting to my bands, your b*tch wanna hold my hand
i said ew shawty please keep yo’ hands to yourself
i got money everywhere i go
would’ve thought i did forex, the way i be getting to this dough
i be changing up the currencies
tabs on deck come f*ck with me
call me autumn the way i keep these uzis on me
twin twin
yo’ b*tch on my d*ck tell her thats her f*cking duty
you be flexin’ on the gram with my f*cking money
stop flexin’ money that ain’t yours, i can tell your insecure
f*ck yo’ hoe then i dip f*ck yo’ hoe then i dip
aye woah, aye woah, aye woah
f*ck yo’ hoe then i dip, f*ck yo hoe then i dip
mix the chrome with the vlone
mix the chrome with the vlone

- yung obi lyrics

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