My Chrome
(Indisponível)
you don't have to go home
one time
one time
easy, that cook shit got me sleepy
rollin down 85, leaning but I ain't weaving
man you, should stay a day in the A
a parade of them chevelots, colors of flavor aid
can you, believe I got it made, impala in the garage, got forces and all the J's
I'm leaning bad, ride shotgun in the chevy with the homeboy burning sacs
we heading to the spot where we get down
where the bitches at
they talking right, acting right, walking right
now to take flight, they ain't gotta go home, they can stay the night
[Chorus]
You don't have to go home
you can stay right here, put one in the air
while we are in the, corners of my chrome
same shit another year, in the southern hemisphere
wait a while
[Killer Mike]
Nigga hold up, hold up
make sure they see you when you roll
hop out that truck all ready fucked up
tore up from the motherfucking floor up
from the floor up, to the ceiling
smoke kiss in the walls in the top of the building
little momma's on e, sitting next to me
she's catching a feeling
and I'm feeling, like I'm 'pose to
I'm as fly as a jordon poster
I'm leaning hair breathe smelling like hen and a mix of hydroponic
by the the time my click find me in vip I'm lost in a cloud of chronic
had sex with the best, got head from the rest,
motherfucker believe I done it
[Chorus]
|
|
