Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chain Smokin', artist - Gunplay. Date of issue: 30.07.2015
Song language: English
Chain Smokin' |
| I be picking through the stickiest of greenery |
| 28 grams on my Cuban link |
| Riding shirtless in the TransAm bumpin' Cuban links |
| Cardies on my face, diamonds in my pinkie ring |
| Midwest nigga from the streets to the kitchen sink |
| Grape Swisher Sweets and a box of Middletons |
| I go straight to my connect, I don’t need a middle man |
| A zip of blue dream and platinum cookies |
| This is big dog smoke school, we don’t toke with rookies |
| And my jewels give you that 1989 feel |
| All solid 24k from david and will |
| 4g out of real on my '76 Seville |
| Ridin' slow through the hills |
| I’m Beverly, one toke, two tokes |
| Got me feeling heavenly |
| Top down riding around chain smokin' |
| Chain pokin' for all a y’all to see |
| And my nigga Gunplay tell em bring some more weed |
| Chain smokin' in my chain. |
| (Bang) (Aye) |
| Chain smokin' in my chain. |
| (Mang) (Aye) |
| I’m chain smokin' in my chain |
| (I'm smokin' man, I’m smokin' man, I’m smokin') |
| Niggas try to sound like grime lipe |
| Say they get high like the one in the bubblegum blue 52 |
| Bel Air at the fair rollin gold shoes |
| Whole shoes fans fair |
| Very rare you find an ounce of this shit anywhere |
| Cuz you incredibly square |
| Nobody trust you, you actin like the feds |
| Smokin' to my head |
| Cuz the one that I wanna pass the doobie to dead |
| My momma and my girlfriend scared, cuz I be outside |
| But don’t worry baby, I know how to play it |
| Watching while I’m blazin', all my jury on |
| OG in the bomb space station, home basis |
| From the club to the fool spot |
| We all racing, we got paper |
| We all make it fast as we can spend it |
| Take a new hundred, roll that weed in it |
| Chain smokin' in my chain. |
| (Bang) (Aye) |
| Chain smokin' in my chain. |
| (Mang) (Aye) |
| I’m chain smokin' in my chain |
| (I'm smokin' man, I’m smokin' man, I’m smokin') |
| Countin' tokens, chain smokin' |
| In a seven-trey Chevrolet, everyday chokin' |
| And the paint like white cocaine |
| My dog say match when I’m like «okay» |
| Fresh paper, raw paper |
| Trippy stick, kush or |
| The color syrup maple |
| All vapor |
| To the crib, this bad bitch |
| I’m gon' take her, then wife her, then break up |
| Leather seats |
| My swisher forever sweet |
| Fresh off probation let’s celebr-eat |
| They be tardy for the party but I’m never late |
| Put the fire to the tip 'til I levitate |
| Four strands, loud as four bands |
| Tryna hold smoke, she tryna hold hands |
| This shit fire like I’m rolling up a sun |
| On a back to back run |
| Coughing up a lung |
| Chain smokin' in my chain. |
| (Bang) (Aye) |
| Chain smokin' in my chain. |
| (Mang) (Aye) |
| I’m chain smokin' in my chain |
| (I'm smokin' man, I’m smokin' man, I’m smokin') |