Chrome Rims (feat. YoungJoshy) - Amare XoXo

Ya, ya, California Sunday afternoon, baby Pull it out, whip it out, pull it out Drive it out, drop it out You know? Let 'em know I got chrome and paint Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and paint? Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and paint? Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint (Street lights) Dance on paint (Street lights) Dance on chrome (Street lights) Get a nigga home You can die in these streets all alone I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin' grown nigga To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha hoe nigga I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter The deep sea sniper, you got the wrong niggaz Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun Killin' niggaz for fun, these rappers is done The bigger they come, the harder they fall I burn like the sun, continue to ball He's got nuts and plus the don touch And split the fine dutch, star sky call hutch He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts Just back in the cut, he thinks he's king tut Can't fuck this nigga up, 'cause just, the nigga luck That niggaz, really love him and tear the city up Uhh, even though I'm fuckin' with the po'-po' Them nigga know how I act in the low-low I got chrome and paint Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and paint? Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and paint? Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint (Street lights) Dance on paint (Street lights) Dance on chrome (Street lights) Get a nigga home You can die in these streets all alone I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin' flowers I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks Hittin' the switch, makin' the fo' hopscotch Rollin' up imperial in dickier material All in your peripheral, throwin' shells at your vehicle Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up Stacy Adams tips spiffied up, golf hat flipped up I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with dub I'll have yo' ass rollin' home with windshield glass on your lap Fuck rap, I'm wearin' a creased tee, eatin' ribs Laughin' at you niggaz on MTV Cribs I got the chrome thang, thang to make the dome stank Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon I got chrome and paint Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and paint? Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and paint? Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint (Street lights) Dance on paint (Street lights) Dance on chrome (Street lights) Get a nigga home You can die in these streets all alone (Street lights, street lights) Even though I'm fuckin' with the po'-po' Them nigga know how I act in the low-low Slow mo', nigga check out my promo You mo' fo's can't fuck with my mojo I got chrome and paint Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and paint? Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and paint? Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint (Street lights) Dance on paint (Street lights) Dance on chrome (Street lights) Get a nigga home You can die in these streets all alone (Street lights)

Everything's got to be chrome Every piece of metal on your ride that's showin The grill to the Wheels, the front back bumper, the box under the seat, the speakers that's thumpin Everything's Got to be chrome Every little switch that turns anything on, antennas, the handles, the plates and The pipes If it ain't shiny at night it ain't right ( That's right) Horsepower, please, I got it I got a Need for speed, I can't hide it You can barely see my face when I fly by Super chip, zero to sixty In three point five I got a stack of tickets I aint payin Truck full of rednecks, we ain't playing When We come out the woods we getting clean New camo, no mud is what I mean Then we wax the Paint, polish the chrome Take little cuz home. ( Why?) Cause he ain't grown We bout to cruise the Town, cause a scene Every piece of trim is chrome and it's clean Everything's got to be chrome Every piece of metal on your ride that's showin The grill to the wheels, the front back bumper, the Box under the seat, the speakers that's thumpin Everything's got to be chrome Every little switch That turns anything on, antennas, the handles, the plates and the pipes If it ain't shiny at night it Ain't right ( That's right) Everything is chrome plated You looking for a mirror? I got you pretty Lady Just look at the wheels or you can stand in the front Chrome on the bumper so clean, but Don't touch I put the high dollar polish on it and 3 coats So water beads off, you'd think that it Would float But my chrome ain't ever gonna see a raindrop This will assure me that the blinging Won't stop It don't take but one light and night and I'm bright They call it a disco ball and they Right And if you see my riding round on a clear sunny day, wear some shades cuz I'm coming Your way. Ok? Everything's got to be chrome Every piece of metal on your ride that's showin The Grill to the wheels, the front back bumper, the box under the seat, the speakers that's thumpin Everything's got to be chrome Every little switch that turns anything on, antennas, the handles, The plates and the pipes If it ain't shiny at night it ain't right ( That's right) Chrome covered engine, I got it Step bars and everything inside it. ( YEAAAAH) If it can be dipped then it's shinin Street Lights make it look like lightening strikin Now everybody wanna roll wit Jones No more room to Ride, drive your own The cab's full of ladies dressed up I move my buddies to the bed. ( That's Messed up) They got a cooler full of bluegills sippin If know it's bud light if you dip in We bout to Cruise the town, cause a scene Every piece of trim is chrome and it's clean Everything's got to be Chrome Every piece of metal on your ride that's showin The grill to the wheels, the front back Bumper, the box under the seat, the speakers that's thumpin Everything's got to be chrome Every Little switch that turns anything on, antennas, the handles, the plates and the pipes If it ain't shiny At night it ain't right ( That's right)

Pk come fix it I thought my baby was a producer I say baby for your love Talking special love me I fit to carry gun Cause if kata burst Na me fit to feel your loss Reminiscing days when I still dey find your love O no yeaa Make me dey on top Horizontal days Na you make me feel on point And some other ways na you baby know wassup Even chiller days baby Na you keep me warm O nooo You dey do me like do re mi You dey do me like Do re do O girl you do me like Do re mi Do re mi do do You Dey do me like do re mi You Dey do me like Do re do O girl you do me like Do re mi Do re mi do do I dey kolo for your love Na only your love me I want girl Your special love make me wonder Nobody fit put asunder Baby girl you get aroma Make I give you Naira pounds and dollar My papa no be Femi Dola o I go still invest for your matter Gimme pose make I take your photo Gat me feeling good like I win lotto I go fight for you call me your commando Our love dey flow it don dey overflow Baby why do I love you so why Baby why why ooooo why In the rain you're my sunshine in the dark Ta lo telegan Ko ma possible You do me like (do re mi) You do me like(do re do) O girl you do me like(doremi doremi dodo) You dey do me like (do re mi) You dey do me like (do re do) O girl you do me like (doremi doremi dodo) I dey kolo for your love Na only your love me I want Your special love make me wonder Nobody fit put asunder