Killer Mike

Killer Mike

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  • Killer Mike My Chrome Lyrics

           

    (feat. Big Boi (OutKast))

    [Killer Mike]
    you don't have to go home
    one time
    one time

    Easy, that cook shit got me sleepy
    rollin down 85, leaning but I ain't weaving
    man you, should stay a day in the A
    a parade of them chevelots, colors of flavor aid
    can you, believe I got it made
    Impala in the garage, got forces and all the J's
    I'm leaning bad, ride shotgun in the chevy with the homeboy burning sacs
    we heading to the spot where we get down, where the bitches at
    they talking right, acting right, walking right
    now to take flight, they ain't gotta go home, they can stay the night

    [Chorus]
    You don't have to go home
    you can stay right here, put one in the air
    while we are in the, corners of my chrome
    same shit another year, in the southern hemisphere
    wait a while

    [Killer Mike]
    Nigga hold up, hold up
    make sure they see you when you roll
    hop out that truck all ready fucked up
    tore up from the motherfucking floor up
    from the floor up, to the ceiling
    smoke kiss in the walls in the top of the building
    little momma's on e, sitting next to me
    she's catching a feeling
    and I'm feeling, like I'm 'pose to
    I'm as fly as a jordon poster
    I'm leaning hair breathe smelling like hen and a mix of hydroponic
    by the the time my click find me in vip I'm lost in a cloud of chronic
    had sex with the best, got head from the rest
    motherfucker believe I done it

    [Chorus]

    [Big Boi]
    hot tub tony sucka free and still bublin
    truck still rattling and bumping now move something

    [Killer Mike]
    hold up big boi, I'm still weed crumpling
    sac keeps shaking and block keep jumping
    lay back, lay back, treat this eight six cut like a maybac
    hey show these suckas that after 50 million sold
    daddy fat sacs is still where the hood at, hood at

    [Big Boi]
    hood rats and decoy b-boys understood that
    wheater its creme de la creme, where the good at
    I got it in that 1.5, I had to put the swisher down cause my lugs got tired
    now lets ride, lets ride

    [Killer Mike]
    back down 85, five
    with the click in the truck, full of chick in the back of the 6
    nobody going home tonight

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