Chamberlain Lyrics

7"1

An im ballin like Chamberlain

6"2

How tall that I really am

5"3 how you gon feel no matter your height when you next to me

Knocked out somebody please get the referee

No reprimand

Just rest in peace

Achoo told the truth thats a fake sneeze

Stereotypes on the stereo while I train the beat

To conform to me

No specialties

Just remedies

Mixed up to make memories

She be on your knees

Suckin cock for free

Big titties fat ass

So I sell her pics on Instagram to make some cash

She doesn't know so its gonna last

She oblivious

Spoiled from her past

She can kiss my ass

But figuratively not literal

I be kissin her pussy that lil woo

I be eating that pussy every day an night like some vitamins and minerals

Told yall im an assassin an invisible individual

Still killin shit its a mystery

Imma put you out your misery yall all some pigs to me

You aint ballin see you da new okafor

Funny how when it rains its never a drizzle no more

When it rains it really pours

Attitude sour

Need to pop you a bean maybe drink a dream

Wide eyes mind feels like it's walking on a triple beam

Really that's just stacks we tripled to make that gouda cheese

Now I'm balancing

Bigger than your bank account

Looking like mom still giving you allowances

Twenty a week wont amount to shit

Get back on your job

Like a player coming off an injury

And fight for that posistion

Man facing madness on mission

Killin shit until I am done rendition

12"6

Tell the haters they can suck a dick

11"5

Im the tallest man alive

10"4

Don't come knockin on my door

9"3

Fuck you an the police

8"2

Your girls pussy I be runnin

7"1

An im ballin like Chamberlain

6"2

How tall that I really am

5"3 how you gon feel no matter your height when you next to me

Fuck w me get knocked out no referee

Hit me wit a cheap shot

Get that 45 in your face

Idgaf if I'm facing a case still gon fuck you up next time I see you in the streets

Pull that belt off and beat you like the lil boy you act like

Fat boy needa act right

I already wiped my ass with your face had your nose sounding like some bagpipes

Its ok because soon enough you'll be pickin up a crack pipe

Said I wouldn't even speak on it

But you think you did something when I ate your fist

Like it was a half a meal

Felt like 10 cents you ain't even gonna get a small a deal

Sweet like a pumpkin, mamas lil munchkin that ain't ever gonna do nothing

Except sit his fat ass up on the couch beat his meat and complain about mom

Whens the next luncheon hahahahaa

Top like a muffin

Never puttin in work always wondering

Where your life went

Hella bent

Over on the couch taking dick

From a one hand mufucka who you love to fist

Like this fuck you im off in the rift just ballin in the mix