Grave
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Chrome on my wrist
My whole fit is black, black, black, black
Black, black, black, black
She do what she want
I'm her biggest fan, fan, fan, fan
Fan, fan, fan, fan
I-I-I'll count my days now
Take me to the grave
I'll count my days now
Take me to the grave
Grave (grave)
Grave (grave)
Grave (grave)
They don't want no problems (they don't want no problems)
Whole damn clique full of bosses (full of bosses)
She got the hips and she rockin' (she rockin')
Drop-dead, straight to the coffin (coffin)
I ain't never said sorry
Itty bitty bitch, she looking thick and throw it on me
Baddest lil' chick at the party
I could never ever get sick of this shawty
Yeah, she do it just like that
She could whip it clear out to the side and bring it right back
Yeah, she do it just like that
She could whip it clear out to the side and bring it right back
Yeah, she do it just like that
She could whip it clear out to the side and bring it right back
Yeah, she do it just like that
She could whip it clear, she could whip it clear
Chrome on my wrist
My whole fit is black, black, black, black
Black, black, black, black
She do what she want
I'm her biggest fan, fan, fan, fan
Fan, fan, fan, fan
I-I-I'll count my days now
Take me to the grave
I'll count my days now
Take me to the grave
Grave (grave)
Grave (grave)
Grave (grave)
Chrome on my wrist
My whole fit is black, black, black, black
Black, black, black, black
She do what she want
I'm her biggest fan, fan, fan, fan
Fan, fan, fan, fan
I-I-I'll count my days now
Take me to the grave
I'll count my days now
Take me to the grave
Grave (grave)
Grave (grave)
Grave (grave)
They don't want no problems (they don't want no problems)
Whole damn clique full of bosses (full of bosses)
She got the hips and she rockin' (she rockin')
Drop-dead, straight to the coffin (coffin)
I ain't never said sorry
Itty bitty bitch, she looking thick and throw it on me
Baddest lil' chick at the party
I could never ever get sick of this shawty
Yeah, she do it just like that
She could whip it clear out to the side and bring it right back
Yeah, she do it just like that
She could whip it clear out to the side and bring it right back
Yeah, she do it just like that
She could whip it clear out to the side and bring it right back
Yeah, she do it just like that
She could whip it clear, she could whip it clear
Chrome on my wrist
My whole fit is black, black, black, black
Black, black, black, black
She do what she want
I'm her biggest fan, fan, fan, fan
Fan, fan, fan, fan
I-I-I'll count my days now
Take me to the grave
I'll count my days now
Take me to the grave
Grave (grave)
Grave (grave)
Grave (grave)
Credits
Writer(s): Tate Radford
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