The chrome ptincess

Uh, yeah…

Big Rebel Rose energy, haan…

Bad gyal drill…

Chrome on my waist, Dior on my hip,

Talkin’ that tough? Better watch your lip,

Shake in the spot, make the block go sick,

Bend it then drill, bad gyal don’t miss.

Step in the party, the lights all flash,

Y2K fit, and the waistline mash,

Chain on my neck, got the opps all mad,

Pretty but I’ll still leave a fuckboy trashed.

Talkin’ that talk, but he not my type,

Give him one look, he invest all night,

Dirty lil’ gyal, but I spit that pipe,

When I arch my back, whole crowd take flight.

Chrome on my waist, Dior on my hip,

Talkin’ that tough? Better watch your lip,

Shake in the spot, make the block go sick,

Bend it then drill, bad gyal don’t miss.

Ice on my teeth when I talk that slick,

Ride on the beat like I ride that—(quick),

Grip on his neck, make him beg for a lick,

Nails in his back while I bounce on the—(click).

Icy princess, slime in Dior,

Kick down doors, still sexy and raw,

Ass so fat, make the floorboards sore,

Bad gyal drill, can’t copy my core.

Spin on the beat, then I spin on the D,

Opp gyal mad ‘cause they can’t be me,

Chrome heart jeans with the Timbs on feet,

Y2K drill, I’m the new elite.

Chrome on my waist, Dior on my hip,

Talkin’ that tough? Better watch your lip,

Shake in the spot, make the block go sick,

Bend it then drill, bad gyal don’t miss.