Rick Owens Lyrics by BIG30
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Chrome Heart drip with the Rick Owens
This sauce here from Vegas
Off this tussin and this quackin’ could play for the lakers
Got to jap on all my places I switched the locations
Baccarat got the hoe open she fucked off the fragrance
Hop out that cat I’m feeling coupish I had to C8 it
Neck to my teeth hoe that’s a 80 I’m flawless gang crazy
Yo Yeap don’t get off like my trap biggest track in the haven
Maceo Walker just a baby strapped with a .380
It’s a yeah situation got off but ain’t get away
Can’t just say you choppa gang go put one up go get a drac
Taking pics with all these guns gone get put up you in the way
Must don’t believe in feds or you gone rat and help out on the case
Paralyzed feet to the waist
When we pop out it’s a murder
Air’em out one to the face
We come through flipping shit like burgers
Fucked’em up we hurt’em know he not on his ass like a girdle
10 shots to his back put’em on his stomach face down like a turtle
Still got all my cars that’s 7 whips ain’t no buy sell and trade
Burberry hit off the Christian Loun and bloody stepping gave it
My lil n**** came back off a M gave a 10 to woo brazy
Bet any n**** play got shit or kilt and I put that on baby
Chrome Heart drip with the Rick Owens
This sauce here from Vegas
Off this tussin and this quackin’ could play for the lakers
Got to jap on all my places I switched the locations
Baccarat got the hoe open she fucked off the fragrance
Hop out that cat I’m feeling coupish I had to C8 it
Neck to my teeth hoe that’s a 80 I’m flawless gang crazy
Yo Yeap don’t get off like my trap biggest track in the haven
Maceo Walker just a baby strapped with a .380
N***** get shot in they face for all that talking shit
Police on my ass in every state but they ain’t stopping shit
I like fucking bitches buying cars dumping on oops and shit
It’s 220 up on this cts-v ain’t no stopping this
Run in yo house where the cash
Pussy this a home invasion
Hit him with the 12 gauge knocked his meat on the kitchen table
Bitch we got them flavors
Got biscotti, truffle by the acres
Negotiate with all the killers get money pop shit with players
We on catch no feelings we catch bodies n****
Fucked a lotta n***** bitches and kilt a lot of n*****
Ran through so many pistols
Pulled a lot of triggers
Ho’d out a lot of n***** free my partner n**** (Free Big Shiesty)
Chrome Heart drip with the Rick Owens
This sauce here from Vegas
Off this tussin and this quackin’ could play for the lakers
Got to jap on all my places I switched the locations
Baccarat got the hoe open she fucked off the fragrance
Hop out that cat I’m feeling coupish I had to C8 it
Neck to my teeth hoe that’s a 80 I’m flawless gang crazy
Yo Yeap don’t get off like my trap biggest track in the haven
Maceo Walker just a baby strapped with a .380
