Chamberlain Lyrics – Yung Kidd C

Chamberlain Lyrics by Yung Kidd C

Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, i had that soft sh#t
Now i’m back on my hard sh#t

They say “yung kidd, he the best, i don’t even know his name”
They just know that he be scoring every track, like he dame
He’ll never double back from the way that he came
He’ll still pull a {blrr}, regardless of the fame

I just wanna rock the clothes, you don’t know, where they came from
I got so much water on me, when i come, yеa the rain come
You don’t know about me or thе murphys, better aim some
I ain’t talking bout no set, when my music, it be banging

n#gg#, you don’t even know me, why you hating
Me and you black, why you acting like you racist
Always tell my homies “stay safe,” they tell me “stay dangerous”
Minecraft sh#t, i see a dog, i’ma tame it

Business sh#t, i see a spot, i’ma claim it
Forty-eight laws, if i want it, i’ma take it
Running for the race, to the top, gotta pace it
Girl let’s be real, you not a model, yousa’ basic

Girl you can’t get a hunnid’ from me, you not chamberlain
Everytime he speak, that’s a hit, on his pancreas
Mari mode 5, man i swear they can’t tame us
Baklava on, man i swear they can’t blame us

Act like i’m broke, for the money, it keep me anxious
You don’t act like it, you are broke ain’tcha?
Pull another band for everybody that done doubted me
Positive people, who chase cash, who surrounding me

You saying she solid, but i seen her at the mall
You saying she honest, but she the worst of em’ all
I’m on the court, shoot 30 like curry
Might go state to state, not murray

Her and her friend, they look like they in johnny test
I wasn’t there, and i ain’t seen it, ion’ know the rest
They be acting like from the south, but they from the west
I feel like i’m pooh and big 30, i just made a mess

I don’t want the clothes, or the shoes, i want the guap
And i wanna buy a watch, not for the diamonds, for the clock
Man i love girls so much, i might put it on a hat
When i first seen the sat, i thought it was a sat

He was running with the sack, and that boy got sacked
He was steady tryna’ rap, they said “boy that’s wack”
You a boy, when it’s up, i’ll give yo #ss a nap
I can give yo’ #ss directions, see this map on my back?

I can give yo’ #ss this thing, but no cat in the hat
Everything i say true, ain’t no cap in my rap
You can’t run and hide all day, we gon’ catch all the rats
You done striked one of ours, we got bat after bat

Yea they call us usain bolt, we run lap after lap
I’m the man in this sh#t, i get dap after dap
We send 4 every time, call it dak after dak
He had tried to send a play, call it shaq wit’ the pack
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Yung Kidd C Lyrics – Chamberlain

Yung Kidd C

Chamberlain