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mike g - chain smokin pt. ii lyrics

[intro]
chain smoking in my chain
chain smoking in my chain
chain smoking in my chain

[verse 1]
it’s 4 pm in beautiful seattle
see my watches can’t keep up with my travels
my passport got fresh ink like new tattoos
hating don’t help when that’s one of cash rules
everything around me look like crown jewels
break down barriers, you see that my sound proof, you know how i do
so casual, all natural
known, far too close to home i.e. for example
la i’m so big you could lay in my shadow
40/40 with jay he waved in dusse bottles
brush my shoulders off when i get follows from these models
kick back like we home in keystone, colorado
i might, catch a flight tonight
to see the vegas lights or live a new york night
ladies, you know what i like? you in those shoes
new orleans. jazz, tennessee blues
land so there’s room to improve
chopped and screwed music in houston getting used to it
desert cruising porsche, mine blew like illusions
that old talk shows all credit to who producing
in chicago in the windy city, like “how you doing”
[chorus]
chain smoking in my chain
chain smoking in my chain
chain smoking in my chain

[verse 2]
only the ocean view is shallow and see through
see i got all the receipts if you need to see proof
breeze through it’s funny how the sky’s are sea blue
winds won’t take your mind as far as defeat do
deceitful they faking like they elite cool i breeze through
fresher ’cause i came in after them
they wanna divide us is the part you may not factor in
same waters they brought us over on i’m relaxing in
if it’s meant it’s gon’ happen, there’s no use of rushing in
have you in kazakhstan, where they speak kazakh and russian and
you manifest them m’s until you touching them
i got school friends from j+pan, i’m still in touch with them
them other dudes don’t stick to the plan, you shouldn’t f+ck with them
my car from germany, my cologne came from london and
i got shoes from italy and i ain’t even touch them yet
you know you gotta send em back if they don’t come correct
are you down for the ride or do you need drive?
hideout and re up from my australia supply
on the beach with the finest thing you could see with your eyes
and he couldn’t lie throwing up the peace from dubai

- mike g lyrics

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