Chill Lyrics
Ft. Yakki Divioshi
(Intro)
808 Mafia
(Hook)
Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Cha-chill (chill)
Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill)
Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill)
Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill)
These niggas ain't got no chill
These bitches ain't got no chill
These hoes ain't got no chill
No chill No chill No chill No chill
These niggas ain't got no chill
No chill No chill No chill No chill
(Verse)
She hit my line, said she wanna chill
Only thing about, said she on a pill
I'm like uh, she can't be fo' real
These hoes ain't got no chill
Chill, chill, pussy nigga all in my grill
Hollin' back he real, I say I can't tell
Get chill, on the rost my nig' envy is real
Told the waitr' ain't got no ross to serve my liquor chill
Short to say, on the household, had to pay no bill
She taught me off, I dropped her off
I hear you payn the bill
I jet rode the L, I jet popped the ceil'
You talk bout pull you up
You sound crazy as hell (fool)
(Hook)
Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Cha-chill (chill)
Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill)
Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill)
Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill)
These niggas ain't got no chill
These bitches ain't got no chill
These hoes ain't got no chill
No chill No chill No chill No chill
These niggas ain't got no chill
No chill No chill No chill No chill
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(Verse 2)
I flex and I kill, fo' real, so please chill
Wood pile that margella, no deal, that's fo' real
That swag, I kill, even my stove I gone got him a mill
Ya bitch keep on callin' and callin' I tell her
To chill, she prolly geeked off of them pill
A demon dabbin' on the molly
All he ever done but lookin' for some Doctor Martens
Those chicks in the cabin are not leavin' with you
Rappin' all that bullshit ain't important
So chill, I swear I ran through a half mill befo' I got a deal
Runnin' out the storm, hundalay my antlers, done came off a deer
I swear done put me in my chill mode
Molly put me in my kill mode
Lean put me in the steel mode
The money put me in the mill mode
Got my watch from the finest, the steel froze
Fo' real, hoe
100 thousand dollas worth for diamonds and the D got my grill cold
(Hook)
Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Cha-chill (chill)
Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill)
Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill)
Chill (chill) Chill (chill) Chill (chill)
These niggas ain't got no chill
These bitches ain't got no chill
These hoes ain't got no chill
No chill No chill No chill No chill
These niggas ain't got no chill
No chill No chill No chill No chill
