Chimney by Baby Kenny Lyrics
Intro:
808 lang onna beat
Think he zaytoven he play wit the keys
Chorus:
2 band jugg i was down bad
He don’t want beef 5 glo like the outback
King james imma make a comeback
Pull up wit a Glock now a nigga having flashbacks
Draco make him do the shimmy
I don’t got no type she call me slim jimmy
Boy yo pockets lookin skinny
Smoking everywhere bitch i’m a walking chimney
Got ya bitch staring like a nigga giving speeches
I don’t break bread nigga no i’m not jesus
Nigga you know i’m the main point like a thesis
And i needa boss bitch ion fw leeches
Sliming all these niggas got me feeling sito
My shooters go crazy like when niggas hear faneto
All u niggas little start calling u rojitos
Word on the street cuz hot like a cheeto
Verse:
Whole team got sticks in the field like lacrosse
Eyes real low like a nigga make soy sauce
And my new bitch has no flaws
P’s came in imma flip em like a coin toss
All of the gas that i smoke is exotic
I made that bitch squirt she was astonished
I had the junkies lining up in college
And my choppa sing like i wrote a sonnet
Hell na i won’t match, this my gas, yea this my personal batch
Ion want your shit, saying that’s gas, but i can’t trust it i’ll pass
Just got a new bitch, and she thick, say she wanna match my drip
Hell na i won’t slip, keep a few clips, gas came in imma flip
Rolling up cookies mix it wit gorilla glue bitch i’m high like a spaceman (woo)
And ik that if i keep getting higher i won’t have to worry about satan (no)
I feel like liam neeson in your crib, all yo shit boutta be taken (yea)
Nigga try to run up on me imma draw my gun but i’m not playing hangman (brr)
Heard he was dissing i pull up wit a stick and make that nigga do the limbo (hey)
That nigga dead, damn, i just turned his bitch into a widow (yea)
Fuck being famous i wanna be rich i want them fat racks like a hippo (racks)
I just got me some new gas now my prices going up like a crescendo (woo)
Chorus*
808 lang onna beat
Think he zaytoven he play wit the keys
Chorus:
2 band jugg i was down bad
He don’t want beef 5 glo like the outback
King james imma make a comeback
Pull up wit a Glock now a nigga having flashbacks
Draco make him do the shimmy
I don’t got no type she call me slim jimmy
Boy yo pockets lookin skinny
Smoking everywhere bitch i’m a walking chimney
Got ya bitch staring like a nigga giving speeches
I don’t break bread nigga no i’m not jesus
Nigga you know i’m the main point like a thesis
And i needa boss bitch ion fw leeches
Sliming all these niggas got me feeling sito
My shooters go crazy like when niggas hear faneto
All u niggas little start calling u rojitos
Word on the street cuz hot like a cheeto
Verse:
Whole team got sticks in the field like lacrosse
Eyes real low like a nigga make soy sauce
And my new bitch has no flaws
P’s came in imma flip em like a coin toss
All of the gas that i smoke is exotic
I made that bitch squirt she was astonished
I had the junkies lining up in college
And my choppa sing like i wrote a sonnet
Hell na i won’t match, this my gas, yea this my personal batch
Ion want your shit, saying that’s gas, but i can’t trust it i’ll pass
Just got a new bitch, and she thick, say she wanna match my drip
Hell na i won’t slip, keep a few clips, gas came in imma flip
Rolling up cookies mix it wit gorilla glue bitch i’m high like a spaceman (woo)
And ik that if i keep getting higher i won’t have to worry about satan (no)
I feel like liam neeson in your crib, all yo shit boutta be taken (yea)
Nigga try to run up on me imma draw my gun but i’m not playing hangman (brr)
Heard he was dissing i pull up wit a stick and make that nigga do the limbo (hey)
That nigga dead, damn, i just turned his bitch into a widow (yea)
Fuck being famous i wanna be rich i want them fat racks like a hippo (racks)
I just got me some new gas now my prices going up like a crescendo (woo)
Chorus*