OhGeesy, Tyga - Chrome Hearted lyrics

Tyga [Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson]

[OhGeesy, Tyga - Chrome Hearted lyrics]

Your bitch told me that I'm the hardest
(I'm the hardest, nigga, ayy, ayy)

Bitch told me that I'm the hardest
(I'm the hardest)
One K long sleeve tee, Chrome Hearted
(Chrome Hearted)
Finna paint her face like a nigga is a artist
Front flip in the pussy like
A nigga Jeff Hardy
What, you think a nigga broke?
We ain't sippin' no Bacardi
What, you think a nigga lackin'? We
Got pistols in the party eleven K
What I pay just to bust down the Cartis
All the hoes call me daddy
Like an episode of Maury

I want all the smoke like a nigga Bob Marley
She gon' hop up on the dick and
Then she ride it like a Harley
I be with gorillas like I live in a safari
I don't play no games, what I look like
I'm Atari? (Bitch)
Do I look like a
Nintendo? Nigga keep extendos
Hoppin' out of busses
We ain't shooting out no windows
Drop it down and bust it, baby
Pop it like a pimple
Pull it out and bust it and
I put it on her dimples
Ayy, pretty faced bitch
Let a street nigga bust
I wanna hit it from the
Back, pull the tracks, gettin' rough on it
Fuck her more than once
But a nigga never cuff
Head so good that a nigga
Put the buffs on it, ayy

Bitch told me that I'm the hardest
(That I'm the hardest)
One K long sleeve tee, Chrome Hearted
(Chrome Hearted)
Finna paint her face like a nigga is a artist
Front flip in the pussy like
A nigga Jeff Hardy
What, you think a nigga broke?
We ain't sippin' no Bacardi
What, you think a nigga lackin'? We
Got pistols in the party eleven K
What I pay just to bust down the Cartis
All the hoes call me daddy
Like an episode of Maury

Two fingers in the air like
A nigga Jeff Hardy (Ha)
Shootin' up shots, had to clear out the party
(Bah)
Ahead of my class, I ain't never been tardy
(Nope) autographed the pussy and it's
Not with a sharpie (Nope)
Nigga, I'm a shark out the
Water and I'm huntin' (Bah)
I been fucking hoes way back since Top-Ramen
Lil' bitch, she ain't nothing, she a runner
I don't want it i'ma slide on her friend in
The black six hundred i'ma fuck
Then I'm bustin' and back to the money
I need my respect and my jet on the runway
Bitch, run me my flowers and
Pay me in hundreds
House always sunny, she suck me like slushie
(Bitch)
Bitch, I'm coming, don't gag, nose runnin'
(Runnin') top floor suite, tell 'em
"Meet me at the London" (London)
Broke as a joke and you niggas so funny
(Funny)
Me and OhGeesy make it rain 'til it thunder
(Bitch)

Bitch told me that I'm the hardest
(I'm the hardest, ha)
One K long sleeve tee, Chrome Hearted (Gat)
Finna paint her face like a nigga is a artist
Front flip in the pussy like
A nigga Jeff Hardy
What, you think a nigga broke?
We ain't sippin' no Bacardi
What, you think a nigga lackin'? We
Got pistols in the party eleven K
What I pay just to bust down the Cartis
All the hoes call me daddy
Like an episode of Maury

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