rodney chrome - premium goods lyrics
[verse 1: rodney chrome]
i’ll buss it open for a trade n+gga
if he want it tell him that you gotta pay n+gga
f+ck a tip push my face to the base n+gga
no credit cards but i never had to chase n+ggas
work on a n+gga like a 9 to 5
arch in my back saying badaba
i need a sugar daddy in a suit and tie
your n+gga looking at me and he giving the eye
scared as f+ck that imma steal your guy
trynna make amends, k+mbaya
i’m cutting n+ggas off, circumcised
my bars solid, yours liquified
he said show me what your momma gave ya
i said n+gga which one you want i got different flavas
classy b+tch f+ck it in a blazer
fifty shades of grey boy you gotta sign a waiver
legs in the air like a flight attendant
act out of line put you in detention
if you wanna get it gotta pay admission
make his eyes roll back, exorcism (yea)
she don’t really hit it like me though
light+skin with a beard like ebro
and he got a big ole ego
wanna touch the b+tt like nemo
[chorus: rodney chrome]
whoa better grab ahold
if i throw it back
you bet not let it go
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