Chaining Day - Smoke DZA, Da$h

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That pussy fire, get the flame thrower

Wetter than the rainstorm

Fuck her with my chains on

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That pussy fire, get the flame thrower

Wetter than the rainstorm

Fuck her with my chains on

Uh, rich nigga etiquette

Redirect, dead a bitch

Nah, I ain’t rob, 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

Yeah

Uh-huh

Right

That pussy fire, get the flame thrower

Wetter than the rainstorm

Fuck her with my chains on

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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 bank to make accounts

I tend to turn to crime, it’s time to rake that cake, I’m out

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

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Pussy

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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