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^^ch
Bricks, bows
b^^ch, yeah
Where 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 nose
RIP Phillip, that’s my right hand n^^ga but he gone, yeah
Now 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 him
If I shoot and I miss, I bet one of my guys got him
And 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 nose
RIP Phillip, that’s my right hand n^^ga but he gone, yeah
Now 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 nose
RIP Phillip, that’s my right hand n^^ga but he gone, yeah
Now 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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