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My Chrome

de Killer Mike

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]

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