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grilla – chrome lyrics

[intro: dayo gold]
chrome spinnin’ and dice winnin’
you know who it be, ask ya motherf-ckin’ dad
comin’ in way too swag, cadillac, might be all black
i heard grilla was in the back, go ahead count them stacks
we gon’ ride, just like that

[chorus: grilla]
yea, if i keep it g then we be rollin’
money comin’ quicker than i quoted
only pokin’ out because i’m chosen
whippin’ chrome around just like i stole it
if i keep it g then we be rollin’
money coming quicker when you focus
couple hundred benjies what i’m toting
whippin’ chrome around just like i stole it

[verse 1: grilla]
yea, it’s like everyday that i celebrate
you can tell i ate, h-lla cake
still hungry, no belly ache
put the beat behind yellow tape
leave the scene, elevate
f-ck the brakes and accelerate
love to hate when i tell ’em straight
25 but i delegate
you funny guys but i’m still in charge
make quick decisions with k!ller bars
keep pistol grip with like 50 large
zip it quick for this seminar
i’m quick to start no lag
gotta stick the charts with my tag
leave pencil marks, when a b-tch remarks
gotta hit it hard right back
it’s a benchmark when i rap
i’ve been smart with no cl-ss
been spittin’ bars to all 50 stars
keep livin’ large when i drag
going pretty far, it’s like a trip to mars
just ripped apart from my mask
keep hitting hard about 50 yards
team been up on my back, yea

[chorus: grilla]
if i keep it g then we be rollin’
money comin’ quicker than i quoted
only pokin’ out because i’m chosen
whippin’ chrome around just like i stole it
if i keep it g then we be rollin’
money coming quicker when you focus
couple hundred benjies what i’m toting
whippin’ chrome around just like i stole it

[verse 2: dayo gold]
look, i keep it g where i’m rollin’
you only rollin’ up a g
i’ma always roll in peace
these n-ggas don’t ever want no smoke with me
ask your d-a-d, i’m ballin’
you fallin’ like an autumn leaf
break down like the tree
this sh-t finna be a breeze
like, i had the fan on three
the return of the old one
throw back like ya girl back
when she throw it back, she a cold one
we be in the backseat
windows rolled, finna roll one
grilla pull up in the jeep
with two hoes, he got both of ’em
if i’m cruisin’ down the street
you gon’ know that it’s me
ask ya dad on the seat, head
through the light like its green
419, yea the bean
that’s what made me, me
a chill n-gga who be thinkin’ ’bout figures
and how to put on for the team

[outro: dayo gold]
yes sir, you feel me?
something soulful, if you got one
know a lot of y’all n-ggas ain’t talking’ ’bout sh-t like this no more
ya know what im sayin’
what’s up with my n-gga grilla man
we gon’ give it to y’all how ya ‘posed to

- grilla lyrics

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