Gunplay - Chain Smoking lyrics

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Chain smoking in my chain

Ay, chain smoking in my chain

Chain smoking in my chain

Don’t smoking me,

I’m smoking

I’m smoking

Chain smoking in my chain

Don’t smoking me,

Don’t smoking me

I’m smoking me

Chain smoking in my chain

I’ve been picking throw this sticky and some greenery

28 grans in my cubbing

And surerly in this trans zam bumping cubing links

Scares in my face, diamonds in my pinky ring

Met west streets in the streets to the kitchen sink

Great switcher swings in a box in middle tence

I go straight to my connect, I don’t need a middle man

Zipper gun, drip a gun, dream and plot some cookies

This is big dog smoke school

We don’t talk with groupies

And my jewels give you that 989 feel

All sale from twenty four cake from David and Will

For G I don’t grill on my seven six vale

Ridding slow throw the hills

Or barely one talk, two talks got me feeling heavenly

Top down, round and round

Chain smoking, chain pocking from all ya to see

And my nigga Gunplay tells ‘em bring the mobil

Chain smoking in my chain

Ay, chain smoking in my chain

Chain smoking in my chain

Don’t smoking me,

I’m smoking

I’m smoking

Chain smoking in my chain

Don’t smoking me,

Don’t smoking me

I’m smoking me

Chain smoking in my chain

Nigga try to sound like Gran line

Say they get high like the one in the bubble gun two fifty two

Ball hale at the fear, rolling go shoes

Fans fair, very rare

You finely answer the shit, anyway

Cuz you incredible square

No body trust you, you acting like the fanes

Smoking to my hit cuz the one that I wanna pass

The dubby to dead

My mamma and my girlfriend skill

Cuz I’ll be outside

But don’t worry baby I know how to play

Watch me how I’m blazing

All my jewely on, OG in the bone

Span stations, calm bases, from the club til the full spot

We all racing

We got paper, we all making faces we can spin it

Take a new honey, roll that weed in it

Chain smoking in my chain

Ay, chain smoking in my chain

Chain smoking in my chain

Don’t smoking me,

I’m smoking

I’m smoking

Chain smoking in my chain

Don’t smoking me,

Don’t smoking me

I’m smoking me

Chain smoking in my chain

Counting tokens, chain smoking

In a seven trea Chevrolet

Everyday choking

And the paint like white cocaine

My dog say match one, I’m like Ok

Fresh tapper, roll paper

Trippy, stick, cush O

The colors on, mapper

All viper, to the crib this bad bitch

I’m gonna take her, damn wifer, damn breaker

Level switch, my switcher forever sweet

Fresh all probation, let’s celebrate

They be trying for the party but I’m never late

Put the fire to the tip ‘til I levitate

Four strance, loudest four banz

Try to hold smoke, she try to hold banz

Bitch shit fire like I’m rolling up the sun

On tha back of back run, cashing up for nothing

Chain smoking in my chain

Ay, chain smoking in my chain

Chain smoking in my chain

Don’t smoking me,

I’m smoking

I’m smoking

Chain smoking in my chain

Don’t smoking me,

Don’t smoking me

I’m smoking me

Chain smoking in my chain