Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flowin' through the city in a chrome heart coupe
Dark shades, so black, vibe on loop
Lookin' through the mirror, baby, where are you
Lotta hate in this world, gotta see it through
Chrome heart, Whispers in the backseat
Shawty is a track star, runnin' track meets
Cosmo, makin' all this money off of trap beats
Said she wanna tap in, you need to buy a feat
All inside my meadow, she feelin' happy
Lamborghini coupe is yellow, I'm runnin' high speeds
Can't f*ck with bitches, can't say hello, they tryna trap me
Do the dash, going fast, telling 12 they cannot catch me
She said I ain't shit, nigga, better slap me
She keep tryna f*ck with me, I must be that sweet
Pass around, oh yeah, that's a ho, you can't be mad at me
Touch the ground, say you shooting who, you must be that weak
If I ever get that clone, you know it's not me
Niggas tryna cancel the guys, you cannot stop me
If you really got smoke, put you in a hot seat
Say that she can pull any guy, she can't attract me
Minor setback, but a nigga, stay fine
Never let a pussy nigga take Cosmo out of line
They really wanna know just what I'm doin', and I told him I'm fine
Never waste a chance on money, gotta stay on my grind
Dedicated to myself, no I can't run out of time
She keep on lookin' at my pockets, cause my pockets devine
Not the beginning, or the middle, that's the end of the line
Cold hearted villain baby, I can feel the chills on my spine
Chrome Heart, whispers in the backseat
Shawty is a track star, runnin' track meets
Cosmo, making all this money off of trap beats
Said she wanna tap in, you need to buy a feat
All inside my meadow, she feelin' happy
Lamborghini coupe is yellow, I'm runnin' high speeds
Can't f*ck with bitches, can't say hello, they tryna trap me
Do the dash, going fast, telling 12 they cannot catch me
She said I ain't shit, nigga, better slap me
She keep tryna f*ck with me, I must be that sweet
Pass around, oh yeah, that's a ho, you can't be mad at me
Touch the ground, say you shooting who, you must be that weak
If I ever get that clone, you know it's not me
Niggas tryna cancel the guys, you cannot stop me
If you really got smoke, put you in a hot seat
Say that she can pull any guy, she can't attract me
Cosmo - Chrome Heart Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flowin' through the city in a chrome heart coupe
Dark shades, so black, vibe on loop
Lookin' through the mirror, baby, where are you
Lotta hate in this world, gotta see it through
Chrome heart, Whispers in the backseat
Shawty is a track star, runnin' track meets
Cosmo, makin' all this money off of trap beats
Said she wanna tap in, you need to buy a feat
All inside my meadow, she feelin' happy
Lamborghini coupe is yellow, I'm runnin' high speeds
Can't f*ck with bitches, can't say hello, they tryna trap me
Do the dash, going fast, telling 12 they cannot catch me
She said I ain't shit, nigga, better slap me
She keep tryna f*ck with me, I must be that sweet
Pass around, oh yeah, that's a ho, you can't be mad at me
Touch the ground, say you shooting who, you must be that weak
If I ever get that clone, you know it's not me
Niggas tryna cancel the guys, you cannot stop me
If you really got smoke, put you in a hot seat
Say that she can pull any guy, she can't attract me
Minor setback, but a nigga, stay fine
Never let a pussy nigga take Cosmo out of line
They really wanna know just what I'm doin', and I told him I'm fine
Never waste a chance on money, gotta stay on my grind
Dedicated to myself, no I can't run out of time
She keep on lookin' at my pockets, cause my pockets devine
Not the beginning, or the middle, that's the end of the line
Cold hearted villain baby, I can feel the chills on my spine
Chrome Heart, whispers in the backseat
Shawty is a track star, runnin' track meets
Cosmo, making all this money off of trap beats
Said she wanna tap in, you need to buy a feat
All inside my meadow, she feelin' happy
Lamborghini coupe is yellow, I'm runnin' high speeds
Can't f*ck with bitches, can't say hello, they tryna trap me
Do the dash, going fast, telling 12 they cannot catch me
She said I ain't shit, nigga, better slap me
She keep tryna f*ck with me, I must be that sweet
Pass around, oh yeah, that's a ho, you can't be mad at me
Touch the ground, say you shooting who, you must be that weak
If I ever get that clone, you know it's not me
Niggas tryna cancel the guys, you cannot stop me
If you really got smoke, put you in a hot seat
Say that she can pull any guy, she can't attract me
Flowin' through the city in a chrome heart coupe
Dark shades, so black, vibe on loop
Lookin' through the mirror, baby, where are you
Lotta hate in this world, gotta see it through
Chrome heart, Whispers in the backseat
Shawty is a track star, runnin' track meets
Cosmo, makin' all this money off of trap beats
Said she wanna tap in, you need to buy a feat
All inside my meadow, she feelin' happy
Lamborghini coupe is yellow, I'm runnin' high speeds
Can't f*ck with bitches, can't say hello, they tryna trap me
Do the dash, going fast, telling 12 they cannot catch me
She said I ain't shit, nigga, better slap me
She keep tryna f*ck with me, I must be that sweet
Pass around, oh yeah, that's a ho, you can't be mad at me
Touch the ground, say you shooting who, you must be that weak
If I ever get that clone, you know it's not me
Niggas tryna cancel the guys, you cannot stop me
If you really got smoke, put you in a hot seat
Say that she can pull any guy, she can't attract me
Minor setback, but a nigga, stay fine
Never let a pussy nigga take Cosmo out of line
They really wanna know just what I'm doin', and I told him I'm fine
Never waste a chance on money, gotta stay on my grind
Dedicated to myself, no I can't run out of time
She keep on lookin' at my pockets, cause my pockets devine
Not the beginning, or the middle, that's the end of the line
Cold hearted villain baby, I can feel the chills on my spine
Chrome Heart, whispers in the backseat
Shawty is a track star, runnin' track meets
Cosmo, making all this money off of trap beats
Said she wanna tap in, you need to buy a feat
All inside my meadow, she feelin' happy
Lamborghini coupe is yellow, I'm runnin' high speeds
Can't f*ck with bitches, can't say hello, they tryna trap me
Do the dash, going fast, telling 12 they cannot catch me
She said I ain't shit, nigga, better slap me
She keep tryna f*ck with me, I must be that sweet
Pass around, oh yeah, that's a ho, you can't be mad at me
Touch the ground, say you shooting who, you must be that weak
If I ever get that clone, you know it's not me
Niggas tryna cancel the guys, you cannot stop me
If you really got smoke, put you in a hot seat
Say that she can pull any guy, she can't attract me
Writer: Donte Clark
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid