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king critical – everything’s chrome lyrics

[intro: king critical]
its critical, n+gga
why everything chrome?
lean, swag, rock with it
lean, swag, rock with it
lean, swag rock with it
its the remix
glizzy what you cooking up?

[verse 1: king critical]
i get to the money, i get it and go
i’m f+ckin’ your b+tch, got d+ck in her throat
n+gga, lean, just poured up a four
run in your spot, taking your dough
hit ’em high, hit ’em low, low
woah, woah, woah
its critical, n+gga
let me quit playin’ and get on this beat
i don’t wanna hear when you talkin’ to me
freestyle, but the drip ain’t free
bust down and the b+tch ain’t cheap
she cuffin’ now, i done hit her for weeks
up now, got a sale on my weed
i got the keys to the streets
i’m sending n+ggas, bring ’em to me
these diamonds dancing, quit lookin’ at me
n+ggas be famous when they beefin’ with me
you got guns, we got cannons
hit ’em with drums, call the mechanic
n+ggas be groovin’, n+ggas be movin’
callin’ my shooters, they come and do you
young n+ggas shooting, these young n+ggas shoot
come to my city, won’t see ’em again
[verse 2: duke duece]
what the f+ck
f+ck it, i pop out, i’m bustin’
sound like a percussion
k from russia
n+gga better not touch me
if i missed, you lucky
big old k and it came with a scope
n+gga, i ain’t going out, put it on folks
k got a drum, that b+tch done roll
n+ggas still up (chk+chk) reload (bow, bow)
call him 6ix9ine, he a snitch
see it in your eyes, you a b+tch
i got six nine’s, them ho’s gon’ hit
leave your dirty ass in a ditch
uhh, yeah, i see that you’re scared, you’re p+ssing the bed
i don’t give a f+ck that they calling the feds
its f+ck the police, you heard what i said
we keep that sh+t gutter, you know how we play
hold my wrist up, special ed
f+ckin’ that ho for that sh+t that you said
d+ck in her kidney, we came in y’all bed
f+ck her for free, but you givin’ her bread
give me a nut and i left her on read
ho, f+ck you mean? i’m the fat mack
when i say [?] ain’t cutting no slack
we stay by pimpin’ or get your ass smacked
what? get your ass smacked
stuck with the strap, ’cause i came through the back
get down with the mob, might come with a pack
bought me these shoes, i feel like shaq
[?] boy, k!ller get hats
get you outside, you’ll get whacked
my guys don’t zook, but they slide, thats facts
what the f+ck
[chorus: king critical & key glock]
glock to your top
make them lean, where they rock
got a glock to your top (woah)
make them lean, where they rock
with a glock to your top (woah)
make them lean, where they rock (woah)
with a glock to your top (woah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
make them lean, where they rock
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 3: key glock]
i got a .40 its filled with criticals
i got them sticks, i got plenty of ’em
i’m balling so hard this sh+t pitiful
i took his b+tch then i biffed her up
she like glizzy, you’re so unforgetable
shut up, b+tch turn, around and gitty up
yeah, ride this d+ck, b+tch gitty up
lil wh0re, this b+tch thick as a horse
cummin’ got my voice ho+rs+
but f+ck it, i’m posting more
but f+ck it, i’ll post some more
b+tch, i get high like its a chore
hoppin’ out the lamborghini, liftin’ my door
yeah, i’m hoppin’ out the lamborghini, liftin’ my door
this a lamborghini urus, not aventador
told gang, lets go up the score
ballin’ so hard, n+ggas can’t ignore it
and i keep a stick, i’ll burn you like a s’more (bop, bop, bop)
ten toes down, hard body to the core
got racks on racks, my legs get sore
so many dead men, this sh+t like a morgue

- king critical lyrics

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