letra de chrome hearts - tuesdxy
[chorus]
chrome hearts, yeah, it’s all on my body
i’m geeking off x, off of molly
white hoe, yeah, look like miley
so much money, yeah, b-tch, i been balling
hop on a jet, you ain’t ever seen sh-t
i’ma pop out the cut, rock out with that stick
bb belt hold up my pants
i’m in paris, i’m in france
now, i got so many bands
now, i got so many fans
got this b-tch up in my pants
she gripping my d-ck with two hands
y’all think i’m fire, y’all ain’t never seen sh-t
me and my twin, yeah, we locked in
y’all ain’t never seen no cash like this
huh, like this
[verse]
foot on the pedal, nah, i ain’t never stop
bad ass b-tch trying to give me top
bad ass b-tch trying to suck me up
oh-yeah, oh-yeah
margiela purse, it’s all on her body
my b-tch is so bad, my b-tch is a hottie
think you bettеr than me? then, top me
shе taking my drawls off, yeah, they tommy
huh, what’s the word?
i get high, i fly with the birds
my twin at your house, yeah, he lurk
tell me what you know, what you heard
stomp his ass on a motherf-ckin’ curb
that boy, he a b-tch, he a nerd
i’m way too high, my words is slurred
i just got a f-cking check, i might just go ahead and splurge
way too f-cking high, i think my vision blurred
y’all never seen my swag, yeah, this sh-t unheard
i got this b-tch off x, oh-yeah, yeah, she turnt
this b-tch way too piped, this b-tch way too turnt
i don’t even know this b-tch, but, she still trying to flirt
i up that switch on that boy
he turned to a b-tch like he got ass and titties
pull up to the store, h-ll-yeah, i spend a buck-fifty, oh-yeah
brand new chrome hearts, yeah, every season
i feel like gunna and young wheezy, man, this sh-t too easy
b-tch, i’ll k!ll that boy, make his ass stop breathing
huh, yeah, i’ll k!ll that boy, leave his family grieving
[chorus]
chrome hearts, yeah, it’s all on my body
i’m geeking off x, off of molly
white hoe, yeah, look like miley
so much money, yeah, b-tch, i been balling
hop on a jet, you ain’t ever seen sh-t
i’ma pop out the cut, rock out with that stick
bb belt hold up my pants
i’m in paris, i’m in france
now, i got so many bands
now, i got so many fans
got this b-tch up in my pants
she gripping my d-ck with two hands
y’all think i’m fire, y’all ain’t never seen sh-t
me and my twin, yeah, we locked in
y’all ain’t never seen no cash like this
huh, like this
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