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chaining day - smoke dza lyrics

[chorus: smoke dza]
yeah
uh*huh
uh
that p*ssy fire, get the flame thrower
wetter than the rainstorm
f*ck her with my chains on
uh
right
uh
uh
that p*ssy fire, get the flame thrower
wetter than the rainstorm
f*ck her with my chains on

[verse 1: smoke dza]
uh, rich n*gga etiquette
redirect, dead a b*tch
nah, i ain’t rob, got no sick fetishes
game inherited, h*lla lit
genesis, levisist
no matter the season or what the weather is
derelicts, urban terrorists exposed, too delicate
fightin’ some demons, fired my therapist
h*ll if it’s hot, h*ll 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, f*ck, get the deal cleared, no ill will there
block posted with my young boys, ain’t no real chill there
steady pacin’ through the bullsh*t, 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
[chorus: smoke dza]
yeah
uh*huh
right
that p*ssy fire, get the flame thrower
wetter than the rainstorm
f*ck her with my chains on
uh
right
uh
right
that p*ssy fire, get the flame thrower
wetter than the rainstorm
f*ck her with my chains on

[verse 2: da$h]
yeah
yo, i sn*tch the blunt up out of satan’s mouth
i tell my bank to make accounts
i tend to turn to crime, it’s time to rake that cake, i’m out
my side b*tch gettin’ complacent, had to cut her off
i had my young boy rip his face out like that b*tter soft
you think that it was so white
ruined the first ones, i told my mother to get more plates
this sh*t real, back when nelly was makin’ tip drill
i figured out i get four*eighty off of six pills
a revelation, contemplatin’, should i get him k!lled?
the past the past, that reminiscin’ don’t mean sh*t, for real
i’m puffin’ grass, hopin’ the homie make it on a pill
my b*tch from the a look like vivica in k!ll bill
yeah, know i got trust issues, don’t need tissues, i got pistols for that
have ya bm blow me down while i count up me a stack
motherf*ckers actin’ tough for n*ggas, know that they rats
if it’s ever really problems, n*ggas know where we at
yeah, so
[chorus: smoke dza & da$h]
yeah
p*ssy
uh*huh
so
right
that p*ssy fire, get the flame thrower
wetter than the rainstorm
f*ck her with my chains on
uh
right
uh
right
that p*ssy fire, get the flame thrower
wetter than the rainstorm
f*ck her with my chains on

- smoke dza lyrics

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