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Chrome (Like Ooh)

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Boys on the block told boys on the spot You gotta a shot youngin', you ain't gotta get shot Dangerous to measure a man by the size of his cock Told to measure a King by the size of his flock Who your leader and where y'all going? My army big enough carry a Boeing Ride off to the Lox Hair braided, twisted, wind blowin' thru my knots 9th, G, Jones, Khrysis, Amp, Kash, Nottz Mama got soulfood cooking in the pots You in a grave situation you should look into a plot Dirt on my name, boy I'm way too smart Chest full of a pride don't mean nothin' without heart One life to live so you gotta make a mark Westside told one thang, don't never rock wit marks I only rock wit Mark, that's my lil' brother That's the big homie, daddy said always keep a G on me I got the dagger back that thang still sharp I really play the game y'all commentate behind doors Don't never say my name 'cause it might end yours I never been lazy but I seen a plenty Forest Whitaker, the wit of her, good Lord Ain't got keys like Khaled but I still open doors A few in my crew flew the coop The day I fly the coupe I'll probably get woop woop'd Speeding thru the laney, what we call high schoolin' Painted that like Delaney, we see it in colour too Synesthetic, know everybody won't GET it I'm patient tho, no wonder they'll regret it When I ooh Pull up in the coupe When the chrome coming? It's coming in June When the chrome coming? It's coming in June, June And now they like ooh ooh When I pull up in the coupe When the chrome coming? It's coming in June When the chrome coming? It's coming in June Ooh ooh Pull up on 'em Naw, hold pull back Don't show all your cards They ain't worth that Spoon feed these niggas Baby teeth these nigga Who they teethin' on? Me, my nigga Chrome been spinning on my mind Hair, face new outfit, I'm fine Trips round the world wit homies we all flyin' Everything they say ain't gospel, lames lie Boys always taught don't cry, but need to cry Taught to respect the driver more than I do the ride Ride wit me homie, ain't nothing to hold the wheel When I was hungry you looked out, you always got me a meal Workin' on my glowup, askin' if I got mills I got family, I got stress, got success and bills Good God! 20 inches on the axle We cop them classic ol' thangs in the Hill like Axel Lines better than all the rappers aligned if they ask you Ridin' shotgun, sittin' askew On the straight narrow Called mama Told her 'bout my summer reign She thought 'bout Carl Thomas No no no, no no I more like Giannis Must be real to get these honors That's why they put G's on us I'm real Represent where you from? Snow Hill When you gon' pull wit that chrome on your wheels? Chicken chasin' all summer, pocket muscle real Keep it real Baby I'm real Represent where you from? Snow Hill When you gon' pull wit that chrome on your wheels? Chicken chasin' all summer, pocket muscle real Keep it real Baby I'm real --- Chrome (Like Ooh) - Rapsody

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Marlanna Evans, Patrick Douthit

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Laila’s Wisdom

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Rapsody

Release Date

September 22, 2017

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