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Samara Cyn Chrome

[Chorus]
Spirit half dead
New look, got the worms in my head
Space whip finna turn to my bed
Still ride with the chrome on the rims
Big wheels mean big pimpin', baby
Big wheels mean big pimpin'
Big wheels mean big pimpin', baby
Big wheels mean big pimpin'

[Verse 1]
I can't tell you how I'm feeling right now
But the Chrome Heart drip down
From my neck to the ground, ho
I'm outside with my city right now, though
I'm face down in the trenches right now (Shh)
I'm finna buy another round for what's bound come
I been workin' too hard, I deserve fun
Flexin' with him, end of night, I deserve son
Give me that fire, give me that hoo
Finna burn some, I won't show 'em

[Chorus]
That my spirit half dead
New look, got the worms in my head
Space whip finna turn to my bed
Still ride with the chrome on the rims
Big wheels mean big pimpin', baby
Big wheels mean big pimpin'
Big wheels mean big pimpin', baby
Big wheels mean big pimpin'

[Bridge]
Come on, let's go
Give me that fire, give me that, ayy, yeah
Give me that fire, give me that, oh, mm
Give me that fire, give me that, yeah
Give me that fire, give me that, give me that, give me that, give me that
Give me that fire, give me that fire, fire, fire, fire
Give me that fire, give me that, uh, ah, yeah, uh

[Verse 2]
I'm contemplating the extent to which I'll play the game
And figure how to give them keys when they don't know my name
Could put down mask like Alicia, let this face serve the game
It's formula to the blow-up, but I prefer the change
See through perspective of the helpless wrapped 'round little fingers
Then let this milli' belt like singers on my pinky ring, see, here's the thing
When you connected to a dream that you'd die for
Start doing things to get to finish even in the shadow
No thing as flawless seams
Live in a dry state, so my pockets need a little cream
I'm beatin' on the door with smile to show my golden teeth
Ain't let me in, so I went 'round the back with mud all on my feet
The door was locked, so I scaled up a tree with cans of gasoline
Say where the chimney? Found that bitch and started pourin' kerosene
Sparked a lighter I just got from down the street at that Supreme
Burn, baby, burn, tears in eyes, vision blurred
Never thought that what they think of me ain't even my concern


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