That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
Rich nigga etiquette
Rederict dead a bitch
Nah I aint rob I aint got no sick fetishes
Game inherited hella lit
Genesis levisist no matter the season or what the weather is
Derelicts urban terrorists exposed to delicate
Fighting some demons fired my therapist
Hell if its hot hell if its not
Americas stone lyricist
They gone cherish this
Marathon gold medalist
Im still here blog sites crash look Im still here
Weed wrap done look im still here
Ready enable f*ck get the deal cleared no ill will there
Block posted with my young boys aint no real chill there
Steady pacing through the bullshit rocking out here
Big 44 call it Austin Croshere
Just getting started we be rocking all year
Locked in all year she talking mouth im all ears
Yeah
That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
Yo I snatch the blunt up out of satans mouth
I tell my bank to make accounts
I tend to turn to crime its time to make the cake im out
My side bitch getting complacent hod 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 making tip drill
I figured out I get 480 off of 6 pills
A revelation contemplating should I get him killed
The past the past that reminiscing don't mean shit for real
Im puffin grass hoping the homie make it on a pill
My bitch from the A look like vivica in Kill Bill
Yeah no I got issues don't need tissues I got pistols for that
Have ya bm blow me down while I count up me a stack
Motherf*ckers acting tough for niggas know that they rats
Its ever really problems niggas know where we at
That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
Smoke DZA - Chaining Day (feat. Da$H) Lyrics
Smoke DZA - Chaining Day (feat. Da$H) Lyrics
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That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
Rich nigga etiquette
Rederict dead a bitch
Nah I aint rob I aint got no sick fetishes
Game inherited hella lit
Genesis levisist no matter the season or what the weather is
Derelicts urban terrorists exposed to delicate
Fighting some demons fired my therapist
Hell if its hot hell if its not
Americas stone lyricist
They gone cherish this
Marathon gold medalist
Im still here blog sites crash look Im still here
Weed wrap done look im still here
Ready enable f*ck get the deal cleared no ill will there
Block posted with my young boys aint no real chill there
Steady pacing through the bullshit rocking out here
Big 44 call it Austin Croshere
Just getting started we be rocking all year
Locked in all year she talking mouth im all ears
Yeah
That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
Yo I snatch the blunt up out of satans mouth
I tell my bank to make accounts
I tend to turn to crime its time to make the cake im out
My side bitch getting complacent hod 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 making tip drill
I figured out I get 480 off of 6 pills
A revelation contemplating should I get him killed
The past the past that reminiscing don't mean shit for real
Im puffin grass hoping the homie make it on a pill
My bitch from the A look like vivica in Kill Bill
Yeah no I got issues don't need tissues I got pistols for that
Have ya bm blow me down while I count up me a stack
Motherf*ckers acting tough for niggas know that they rats
Its ever really problems niggas know where we at
That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
Rich nigga etiquette
Rederict dead a bitch
Nah I aint rob I aint got no sick fetishes
Game inherited hella lit
Genesis levisist no matter the season or what the weather is
Derelicts urban terrorists exposed to delicate
Fighting some demons fired my therapist
Hell if its hot hell if its not
Americas stone lyricist
They gone cherish this
Marathon gold medalist
Im still here blog sites crash look Im still here
Weed wrap done look im still here
Ready enable f*ck get the deal cleared no ill will there
Block posted with my young boys aint no real chill there
Steady pacing through the bullshit rocking out here
Big 44 call it Austin Croshere
Just getting started we be rocking all year
Locked in all year she talking mouth im all ears
Yeah
That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
Yo I snatch the blunt up out of satans mouth
I tell my bank to make accounts
I tend to turn to crime its time to make the cake im out
My side bitch getting complacent hod 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 making tip drill
I figured out I get 480 off of 6 pills
A revelation contemplating should I get him killed
The past the past that reminiscing don't mean shit for real
Im puffin grass hoping the homie make it on a pill
My bitch from the A look like vivica in Kill Bill
Yeah no I got issues don't need tissues I got pistols for that
Have ya bm blow me down while I count up me a stack
Motherf*ckers acting tough for niggas know that they rats
Its ever really problems niggas know where we at
That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
That pussy fire get the flame thrown
Wetter than the rainstorm
F*ck her with my chains on
Writer: Christopher Johnson, Sean Pompey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.