Chaminé

Ey
Fuck!
What’s up my dude Michel?
Pass me the motherfucking lighter, man
My cousin, you good?
Wave that weed, bro, v-block
Ey

Chimney

So much smoke like a chimney
So many girls like a cabaret
Drinks are flowing like I’m selling them
I can’t even stay on my feet

I’m making a baby while the girl drinks
I’m on cloud nine, didn’t even buy a ticket
I’m on top like I’m easy to get
The girl’s sucking, I’m picky

Ey
I’m hungover, cooking in the studio, got a soup of letters in my head
Bad news, tell these fools that the paths I walk aren’t for athletes

Ey chimney, chimney, Gucci belts, fur coats
I’m so stylish, I look like a model
I’m always on top like the Eiffel Tower

Ey, I got everything I need
Ey, yeah, I use drugs
Ey, I’m the youngest, no sense
Ey, I got a glass full of whiskey
Ey, two nights without sleep

Chill, feels like every day’s a Sunday
Only God knows what your dude wants from me
I can’t cough, I drink too much codeine

I don’t sing what you wanna hear
I only sing about what I live
A loaded bottle keeps me active
I can buy everything I never had

I made a saint turn into a bitch
Your girl sucked after the video
She crashed at my crib
Next week
She took the test but it came back negative
That’s a positive

Ey, I got drugs in the studio
Ey, they say I steal and don’t study
Ey, stones in the cup, I mix it
Ey, instead of a little, I put it all in
Ey, I just want jewels and gold
Ey, I shine in the dark
Ey, I got a
Ey, I got a gun and I’ll shoot you
Ey

Chimney