Lucki Chrome Denim Lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy (BrentRambo)
Nigga made so much pape' off one lil' thing
I'm still spillin' drank, seven thousand dollar jeans
I'm prepared for the worst, but I'm livin' my dream
I tell the bitch we cursed, but we still got a thing
I'm still too geeked, say, "Slatt", say, "Ski"
To go only I don't even know me, I like money, sex, codeine

[Verse]
I got karma from my homie, but she still say she know me
I burnt out a lot of shit, I turnt up a block bitch
Twenty K in all Hi-Tech, and that's only 'cause I'm rich
I want G lock drank galore, Chrome hoodie cost a chart
She too lit but I got bored, she got paid but broke her heart
AMG look bettеr dark, mix up drank look like art
I'm on G6 like oola, that bitch glowin' in the dark
I turnt up a block bitch, I turnt up a block bitch, I turnt up— uh, ayy
[Chorus]
Nigga madе so much pape' off one lil' thing I'm still spillin' drank, seven thousand dollar jeans
I'm prepared for the worst, but I'm livin' my dream
I tell the bitch she cursed but we still got a thing
I'm still too geeked, say, "Slatt", say, "Ski"
To go only I don't even know me, I like money, sex, codeine
I'm still too geeked, say, "Slatt", say, "Ski"
To go only I don't even know me, I like money, sex, codeine

[Outro]
Haha, sure-ski
Nigga made so much pape' off one lil thing
I'm still spillin' drank, seven thousand dollar jeans
I'm prepared for the worst, but I'm—, ayy
I tell the bitch we cursed, but we still got a thing
I'm still too geeked, say, "Slatt", say, "Ski"
To go only I don't even know me, I like money, sex, codeine
I'm still too geeked, say, "Slatt", say, "Ski"
Say, "Slatt", say, "Ski"

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