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Chill Bill Remix testo

Babylons can’t crack the code

Used to sip out styrofoam

But figured I should stick to dro (Weed)

Don’t like to smoke them Swishers, hoe

If you hit my liquor store

It’s 50 cents for single Ports

Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed

I said, “Baby just buy Dutchies ’cause you can’t smoke for free”

I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji

She said you need a job, bitch fuck a job I still get cheese

She all on me ’cause my dick crazy

Black, dark Patrick Swayze

Feel like I am in the mid 80s

‘Cause I am a real rockstar

Really did a song with Neil Young

Day ones hit the block hard

The block is where I get these pills from, yeah

I don’t even know just how I ended up here

I mean I got here from the grind, but how I get in this chair?

I mean I only popped a Xan and drank some liquor and beer

You say you couldn’t understand me ’cause I’m not speakin’ clear

I be gettin’ pussy in zombie mode

The reason is because I don’t recall it, yo

I woke up wishing that she’d call me though

Only thing that I remember is she slide me slow

Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed

I said, “Baby just buy Dutchies ’cause you can’t smoke for free”

I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji

She said you need a job, bitch fuck a job I still get cheese

Super high, you just might need a receiver

Sativa, two liters, I might need a re-up

I’m dorky, I’m geeked up, 3/4ths and a beat, bust it

Still couldn’t reach me without the antenna

Eyes open wide, that is my panorama

Panoramic view, and the scene is so beautiful

Blowin’ Os, that’s a hula hoop, beat the pussy like Fruity Loops

I’m the realest nigga ever, it’s a fact ’cause I’m livin’ proof

Now I’m high, I’m really high, I feel my face is numbing

Feeling that I’m born again

I am the second coming

Simon says get out my head

That’s what my thoughts would tell me

Now the mockingbird is dead

My memories would tell me

I’m the fuckin’ Fresh Prince

Yeah, but right now I’m Ill Bill

Akon, I still kill

Burnin’ these hundreds like lil bills

My life is cold

I think about it and feel chills

My dogs is hungry for big meals

I just count money and peel seals

Roll me one nice ’cause I’m wavy, no gills here

What it look like?

I’m gettin’ love from the hood ’cause I’m still there

When I get right on the charts like I live there

Niggas be old news and act like we still care

She wanna ride me like steerin’ wheel

Girl it’s the morning, you still here?

I thought I told you I’m good on these hoes

I just need money to get me some more

Callin’ my plug like, “Ayy what it hit for?”

Been on my grind even when I was broke

From the corners, hell yeah that’s for sure

We up, niggas, never been here before

Ain’t no limits when you kick in the door

Damn, she said I’m chill, yeah I know

Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed

I said, “Baby just buy Dutchies ’cause you can’t smoke for free”

I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji

She said you need a job, bitch fuck a job I still get cheese

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