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lirik lagu twl - chrome hear♱s

[intro]
(wh~who the f~ck is trip?)

huh
yeah, uh, yeah, uh
yeah, what?, ra~, ra~
uh, huh, yeah
huh, yeah

[verse 1]
yeah, hop in the benzo
uh, hop in the benzo
yeah, hop in the benzo
uh, hop in the benzo
uh, i got chrome hearts for my b~tches and hoes, she don’t pay no more (schyeah, schyeah)
i got chrome hearts, quit hollering at me, b~tch ass return to the pole (the pole)
my b~tch look like kate moss, she a model yeah, she want me yeah (uh, what?)
a katana, b~tch hold up, imma slice you up (f~ck)
drag along your p~ssy ass across street, yeah, i’ll have you screaming, yeah (bih)
cremate them opps, yeah i have your b~tches screaming, hold up

[chorus]
uh, chrome heart my b~tch
huh, chrome heart for my sister
uh, chrome hearts, f~ck 12 yeah, you snitches ain’t getting nothing
no chrome hearts for those who doubted me, cause i came from nothing (huh)
you work your ass for a piece of gg, i keep mine in my cellar
[verse 2]
you tryna pop someone, better ask me before you do something
i’m the leader, yeah, can’t n0body be there to tell me to do nothing
crown on top of my head, it’s shining, it’s gleamin’ it’s golden yeah hold up hold up
i make a home out of anybody’s crib, wanna drive me out, look who’s so so lonely
i’m with b~tches, they screaming with me, and they chanting with me, yeah, cause they be like

f~ck 12, huh
f~ck 12, yeah (pew pew)
f~ck 12, huh
f~ck 12, yeah
f~ck 12, yeah
f~ck 12, yeah

f~ck 12, they done stole all my money, can’t pay for my lil hoes
i gotta pay for her lifestyles that’s just what i do, don’t tell me otherwise
i’m wearing gg on my feet, yeah, b~tch wanna spend my money, yeah
i’m in my bentley truck with b~tches and i’m covered in all designer, yeah

yeah, covered in designer
yeah, covered in designer
yeah, covered in designer
yeah, covered in designer that b~tch
yeah, covered in designer
yeah, covered in designer
yeah, covered in designer that b~tch
yeah, covered in designer
yeah, covered in designer, imma cover you up cause fake n~ggas ain’t get sh~t (hold up)
imma move you out lil b~tch, to dubai, where ever you want, out of this sh~t
imma ice you out before you can react you finna shine in public (what?)
i got bands i’ll spoil your ass told her to buy whatever she wants

[verse 3]
i keep mine in my celler
yeah, i keep mine in my cellar
that b~tch stole my soul
that b~tch stealing my coal
n~ggas talk sh~t about me, they think that i’m cold
cause i’m gold, so do what you’re told (slatt)
make fun of m’ yeah, your ass finna get sold
bring out the 8~tec finna clean up this whole block (hold up, hold up)
bring out the hoes
yeah, bring out the chrome

[outro]
chrome heart
chrome heart
chrome heart
chrome heart
chrome heart
chrome heart
chrome heart
chrome heart
yeah

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