Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chaining Day, artist - Smoke DZA. Album song Prime Location, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cinematic, RFC
Song language: English
Chaining Day |
Yeah |
Uh-huh |
Uh |
That pussy fire, get the flame thrower |
Wetter than the rainstorm |
Fuck her with my chains on |
Uh |
Right |
Uh |
Uh |
That pussy fire, get the flame thrower |
Wetter than the rainstorm |
Fuck her with my chains on |
Uh, rich nigga etiquette |
Redirect, dead a bitch |
Nah, I ain’t rob, got no sick fetishes |
Game inherited, hella lit |
Genesis, levisist |
No matter the season or what the weather is |
Derelicts, urban terrorists exposed, too delicate |
Fightin' some demons, fired my therapist |
Hell if it’s hot, hell if it’s not |
America’s stone lyricist |
They gon' cherish this |
Marathon gold medalist |
I’m still here, blog sites crash, look, I’m still here |
Weed wrap done, look, I’m still here |
Ready, enable, fuck, get the deal cleared, no ill will there |
Block posted with my young boys, ain’t no real chill there |
Steady pacin' through the bullshit, rockin' out cyeah |
Big.44, call it Austin Croshere |
Just gettin' started, we be rockin' all year |
Locked in all year, she talkin' mouth, I’m all ears |
Yeah |
Yeah |
Uh-huh |
Right |
That pussy fire, get the flame thrower |
Wetter than the rainstorm |
Fuck her with my chains on |
Uh |
Right |
Uh |
Right |
That pussy fire, get the flame thrower |
Wetter than the rainstorm |
Fuck her with my chains on |
Yeah |
Yo, I snatch the blunt up out of Satan’s mouth |
I tell my bank to make accounts |
I tend to turn to crime, it’s time to rake that cake, I’m out |
My side bitch gettin' complacent, had to cut her off |
I had my young boy rip his face out like that butter soft |
You think that it was so white |
Ruined the first ones, I told my mother to get more plates |
This shit real, back when Nelly was makin' «Tip Drill» |
I figured out I get four-eighty off of six pills |
A revelation, contemplatin', should I get him killed? |
The past the past, that reminiscin' don’t mean shit, for real |
I’m puffin' grass, hopin' the homie make it on a pill |
My bitch from the A look like Vivica in Kill Bill |
Yeah, know I got trust issues, don’t need tissues, I got pistols for that |
Have ya BM blow me down while I count up me a stack |
Motherfuckers actin' tough for niggas, know that they rats |
If it’s ever really problems, niggas know where we at |
Yeah, so |
Yeah |
Pussy |
Uh-huh |
So |
Right |
That pussy fire, get the flame thrower |
Wetter than the rainstorm |
Fuck her with my chains on |
Uh |
Right |
Uh |
Right |
That pussy fire, get the flame thrower |
Wetter than the rainstorm |
Fuck her with my chains on |