UGK - Chrome Plated Woman lyrics

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UGK - Chrome Plated Woman lyrics

[Pimp C] Chamillion gave me the b**h, she was already a star (star) Now all these n***az wanna f** my car She a video hoe, the b**h make big money Like to let her hair down when the sky get sunny You can catch her in the Dub or the King magazine ('zine) Young red b**h, p**y wet, five screens (five screens) Now watch her fat a** drop (drop) Fifth po'in out and the trunk gets popped (gets popped) These n***az schemin on my young hoe n***az so gung-ho b**h can't let me go (let me go) I bring the b**h value up ten times (uhh) It's goin higher everytime I write another line I get my paper in the streets Big c**aine, grip grain and pimp the lane (pimp the lane) I really miss Robert Davis I'm reppin for ya baby leave these n***az on the pavement [Chorus: Pimp C] I got the grill on the front, trunk steady hummin I fell in love with my chrome plated woman The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin I fell in love with my chrome plated woman The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin I fell in love with my chrome plated woman The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin I fell in love with my chrome plated woman [Bun B] Well let me introduce ya to the baddest b**h alive Can't nothin f** wit her (wit her) when I put her in drive Other hoes got fo' shoes, but mine got five (she got five) And got the hood buzzin like a beehive She's immaculately dressed, with good hygiene Take a bath everyday, cause she gots to stay clean I wipe her down slow with a real soft rag Now she lookin so good (good) a n***a gots to brag (I gots to brag) When we pull up my n***a we stop to show You probably k** yourself when you see the suicide do' In the summertime she might come outside without a top (without a top) And one look'll make a n***a mouth drop (ya mouth drop) We don't stop we keep it rollin like a ball With a b**h this bad, how could a n***a take a fall? Naw she ain't for y'all, you gots to get your own Just make sho' that she's covered in chrome, c'mon [Chorus] [singer] + (Pimp C) On the highway (way) livin the fly way (fly way) b**h on my hood, guidin my way (uhh) Money on the nightstand, never did lay (lay) True to the game, I put that on P.A. [Pimp C] P.A. - still gettin s**ed under the street lights (uhh) And n***a it sho' feel good when you're livin right (livin right) Eatin right (eatin right) f**in right (uhh) Steady pimpin b**hes through my website [Bun B] So get your head right (head right) and get your bread right (bread right) Cause babygirl'll hit you in your chest dead right Have it on your mind cause she'll put it in your heart The game'll be over 'fore the motor even start With the brand new parts (WHAT) got them boys eruptin But don't call it plastic surgery, it's body sculptin Take a old school give it new car sense And then I don't regret one motherf**in dollar I spent mayne~! [Chorus]

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