Smoke DZA, Da$H - Chaining Day lyrics
[Smoke DZA, Da$H - Chaining Day lyrics]
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
Rhetoric, dead a bitch nah, I ain't rob
I ain't 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 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 banker make accounts
I tend to turn to crime
It's time to raise that cake amount
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
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
Rhetoric, dead a bitch nah, I ain't rob
I ain't 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 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 banker make accounts
I tend to turn to crime
It's time to raise that cake amount
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