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Chain smokin' in my chain. (Bang) (Aye) Chain smokin' in my chain. (Mang) (Aye) I'm chain smokin' in my chain (I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin') I be picking through the stickiest of greenery 28 grams on my Cuban link Riding shirtless in the TransAm bumpin' Cuban links Cardies on my face, diamonds in my pinkie ring Midwest nigga from the streets to the kitchen sink Grape switcher sweets and a box of Middletons I go straight to my connect, I don't need a middle man A zip of blue dream and platinum cookies This is big dog smoke school, we don't toke with rookies And my jewels give you that 1989 feel All solid 24k from david and will 4g out of real on my '76 Seville Ridin' slow through the hills I'm Beverly, one toke, two tokes Got me feeling heavenly Top down riding around chain smokin' Chain pokin' for all a y'all to see And my nigga Gunplay tell em bring some more weed Chain smokin' in my chain. (Bang) (Aye) Chain smokin' in my chain. (Mang) (Aye) SongtexteI'm chain smokin' in my chain (I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin') Niggas try to sound like grime lipe [?] Say they get high like the one in the bubblegum blue 52 Bel Air at the fair rollin gold shoes Whole shoes fans fair Very rare you find an ounce of this shit anywhere Cuz you incredibly square Nobody trust you, you actin like the feds Smokin' to my head Cuz the one that I wanna pass the doobie to dead My momma and my girlfriend scared, cuz I be outside But don't worry baby, I know how to play it Watching while I'm blazin', all my jury on OG in the bomb space station, home basis From the club to the fool spot We all racing, we got paper We all make it fast as we can spend it Take a new hundred, roll that weed in it Chain smokin' in my chain. (Bang) (Aye) Chain smokin' in my chain. (Mang) (Aye) I'm chain smokin' in my chain (I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin') I'm khal jokins [?], chain smokin' In a sem tray[?], Chevrolet, everyday chokin' And the paint like white cocaine My dog say match when I'm like "okay" Fresh paper, raw paper Trippy stick, kush or The color syrup maple All vapor To the crib, this bad bitch I'm gon' take her, then wife her, then break up Leather seats My swisher forever sweet Fresh off probation let's celebr-eat They be tardy for the party but I'm never late Put the fire to the tip 'til I levitate Four strands, loud as four bands Tryna hold smoke, she tryna hold hands This shit fire like I'm rolling up a sun On a back to back run Coughing up a lung Chain smokin' in my chain. (Bang) (Aye) Chain smokin' in my chain. (Mang) (Aye) I'm chain smokin' in my chain (I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin') Aus Songtexte Mania