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king chip – stoner (remix) lyrics

[intro]

king chip dot com, b-tch
you see the outside real quick
i’m on you backwards, my n-gg-
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 motherf-ckin’ stoner
i just put a forty on my wrist just like a boss
(i’m stoned like jesus, n-gg-)
i just put ten thousand on my b-tch just like a boss
i just drank with ysl just like a f- boss
(i’m stoned like jesus, n-gg-)
just like a f- boss, just like a

b-tch 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 f-ck
n-gg- better know month what it is
after a n-gg- done f-cked that b-tch
you keep that hoe, i don’t want that b-tch
all my hoes got hoes
and they bout it all, don’t run with lames
n-gg- i’m eatin for the sport, these my hunger games

b-tch, i make you haters like cr-p tree
b-tch -ss n-gg- when you talk that sh-t it’s gon get far from cl-ssy
b-tch, i make you haters like cr-p tree
b-tch -ss n-gg- when you talk that sh-t 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 n-gg-s like i’m eazy-e
she get pleasure from pleasin’ me
tell that b-tch to bring the tree
king chip

[hook]

n-gg- i’ve been holdin this blunt this whole verse n-gg-
yea so uh’
n-gg- smoking these back woods, n-gg- chillin
clevelafornia on the way b-tch -ss n-gg-
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 b-tch won’t know ya
andalé andalé andalé
how the f-ck a n-gg- think he gone survive on a ysl runway (how fool?)
my gl-sses are metro no blood off your chest
i control ya ho like net and flex
your b-tch 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

- king chip lyrics

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