I Slapped Him With The Chrome And Put A Bullet In His Dome Lyrics


I Slapped Him With The Chrome And Put A Bullet In His Dome Lyrics By Comethazine. Main song words are I slapped him with the chrome, then put a bullet in his dome (Come here) My all white Air Force 1’s gotta be fresh or I can’t rock ’em (I can’t rock ’em).

I Slapped Him With The Chrome And Put A Bullet In His Dome Lyrics

Yeah, b^^chBricks, bowsb^^ch, yeahWhere the bricks, where the bows? (Where the bricks, where the bows?)(Ayy, man, Comethazine in this b^^ch, n^^gas know I’m piped the f^^k up)Where the bricks, where the bows? (Where the bricks, where the bows?)b^^ch, b^^ch, yeah, b^^ch

Where the bricks, where the bows?1-7-double-O, slither gang, bloody noseRIP Phillip, that’s my right hand n^^ga but he gone, yeahNow I gotta smoke these p^^sy n^^gas on my own (Now I gotta smoke ’em on my own)These n^^gas actin’ tough but turn p^^sy over a ho (b^^ch)Boy, I would never go, I d^^k that ho, then make her go (Come here)b^^ch, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Bye)And b^^ch, check on your phone, wait ’til you leave to turn it on (Oh yeah)

That n^^ga talkin’ tough, yes, I can hear it in his tone (b^^ch)I slapped him with the chrome, then put a bullet in his dome (Come here)My all white Air Force 1’s gotta be fresh or I can’t rock ’em (I can’t rock ’em)If he step on these, I might just f^^k around and sock him (b^^ch)Dangle that boy over a ledge and then I drop him (Bye)Shoot a bullet straight through his head, I solved the problem (Boom, boom)Not going back and forth on the ‘Gram, I had to block him (No)Rather catch him lackin’ in public and then pop him (Come here)Caught him on the elevator, had to 2Pac him (b^^ch)I’ma pull a Biggie Smalls, n^^ga don’t know who shot himIf I shoot and I miss, I bet one of my guys got himAnd I’ma let him keep his sh^t ’cause I’m rich, I ain’t gotta rob him

Where the bricks, where the bows?1-7-double-O, slither gang, bloody noseRIP Phillip, that’s my right hand n^^ga but he gone, yeahNow I gotta smoke these p^^sy n^^gas on my own (Now I gotta smoke ’em on my own)These n^^gas actin’ tough but turn p^^sy over a ho (b^^ch)Boy, I would never go, I d^^k that ho, then make her go (Come here)b^^ch, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Bye)And b^^ch, check on your phone, wait ’til you leave to turn it on (Oh yeah)Where the bricks, where the bows?1-7-double-O, slither gang, bloody noseRIP Phillip, that’s my right hand n^^ga but he gone, yeahNow I gotta smoke these p^^sy n^^gas on my own (Now I gotta smoke ’em on my own)These n^^gas actin’ tough but turn p^^sy over a ho (b^^ch)Boy, I would never go, I d^^k that ho, then make her go (Come here)b^^ch, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Bye)And b^^ch, check on your phone, wait ’til you leave to turn it on (Oh yeah)

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