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Rick Owens Lyrics[Intro]
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[Chorus]
Chrome Heart drip with the Rick Owens, this sauce here from Vegas
Off this Tussion' and this Quagen, could play for the Lakers
Got too jap on all my places, I switched the locations
Baccarat got the ho open, she fucked off the fragrance
Hop out that ’Cat, I'm feeling coupish, I had to C8 it
Neck to my teeth, ho, that's an eighty, I’m flawless gang crazy
Your trap don't get off like my trap, biggest track in the Haven
Maceo Walker, just a baby, strapped with a .380
[Verse 1]
It's a yeah situation, got off, but ain't get away
Can't just say you Choppa Gang, go put one up, go get a Drac'
Taking pics with all these guns, gon' get put up, you in the way
Must don't believe in fеds or you gon’ rat and help out on the case
Paralyzеd feet to the waist, when we pop out, it’s a murder
Air 'em out, one to the face, we come through flippin’ shit like burgers
Fucked him up, we hurt him, know he hot on his ass like a girdle
Ten shots to his back put him on his stomach, face down like a turtle
Still got all my cars, that's seven whips, ain't no buy, sell, or trading
Burberry hit off the Christian Loub and bloody stepping gave it
My lil nigga came back off an M, gave a ten to Woo Brazy
Bet any nigga play got shot or killed and I put that on baby

[Chorus]
Chrome Heart drip with the Rick Owens, this sauce here from Vegas
Off this Tussion' and this Quagen, could play for the Lakers
Got too jap on all my places, I switched the locations
Baccarat got the ho open, she fucked off the fragrance
Hop out that ’Cat, I'm feeling coupish, I had to C8 it
Neck to my teeth, ho, that's an eighty, I'm flawless gang crazy
Your trap don't get off like my trap, biggest track in the Haven
Maceo Walker, just a baby, strapped with a .380

[Verse 2]
Niggas get shot in they face for all that talking shit
Police on my ass in every state, but they ain't stopping shit
I like fuckin' bitches, buyin' cars, dumpin' on opps and shit
It's 220 up on this CTS-V, ain't no stoppin' it
Run in your house, where the cash? Pussy, this a home invasion
Hit him with the twelve gauge, knocked his meat on the kitchen table
Bitch, we got them flavors, got biscotti, Truffle by the acres
Negotiate with all the killers, get money, pop shit with players
We don't catch no feelings, we catch bodies, nigga
Fucked a lot of niggas' bitches, killed a lot of niggas
Ran through so many pistols, pulled a lot of triggers
Hoed out a lot of niggas, free my partner, nigga (Free Big Shiesty)
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Chrome Heart drip with the Rick Owens, this sauce here from Vegas
Off this Tussion' and this Quagen, could play for the Lakers
Got too jap on all my places, I switched the locations
Baccarat got the ho open, she fucked off the fragrance
Hop out that 'Cat, I'm feeling coupish, I had to C8 it
Neck to my teeth, ho, that's an eighty, I'm flawless gang crazy
Your trap don't get off like my trap, biggest track in the Haven
Maceo Walker, just a baby, strapped with a .380