King Chip - Stoner (REMIX) lyrics
rate me[Intro]
King Chip dot com, bitch
You see the outside real quick
I'm on you backwards, my nigga
We smoking
[Hook]
I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner
(King Chip)
I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner
(We talkin')
I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner
I’m a motherfuckin’ stoner
I just put a forty on my wrist just like a boss
(I'm stoned like Jesus, nigga)
I just put ten thousand on my bitch just like a boss
I just drank with YSL just like a f- boss
(I'm stoned like Jesus, nigga)
Just like a f- boss, just like a
Bitch I just saw yo text,
I had no reception for the last few days in Malibu
I’m chillin while I’m rappin
And she wanna go out to lunch
Nah, that’s out the question
Less you crowned a king first, on sight, no second guessing
Guess what, King Chip never did gave no fuck
Nigga better know month what it is
After a nigga done fucked that bitch
You keep that hoe, I don’t want that bitch
All my hoes got hoes
And they bout it all, don’t run with lames
Nigga I’m eatin for the sport, these my hunger games
Bitch, I make you haters like crap tree
Bitch ass nigga when you talk that shit it’s gon get far from classy
Bitch, I make you haters like crap tree
Bitch ass nigga when you talk that shit it will not make it past me
She drunk textin’ ’bout what
She gon’ do when she see me
I’m gon’ have that magnum
Because yeah I learned from Eazy-E
Now I’m ’bout to help
Some Cleveland niggas like I’m Eazy-E
She get pleasure from pleasin’ me
Tell that bitch to bring the tree
King Chip
[Hook]
Nigga I’ve been holdin this blunt this whole verse nigga
Yea so uh…
Nigga smoking these back woods, nigga chillin
Clevelafornia on the way bitch ass nigga
King Chip
Every time I walk inside the club I see everybody looking
You know I’m a stoner I love drugs and I can’t never be tooken
And you can suck my banana, but I won’t eat your pudding
So come a lil closer, my bitch won’t know ya
Andalé andalé andalé
How the fuck a nigga think he gone survive on a YSL runway (How fool?)
My glasses are metro no blood off your chest
I control ya ho like net and flex
Your bitch at my dinner she wet like a fish
I took off her three legs, T-Rex
[Hook]
[Outro]
I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo
I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo
I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo
I feel just like
