Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Chills, artist - Chris Travis. Date of issue: 17.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Chills |
| Stay independent and humble |
| Stack up the money sit on it |
| I’m baggin up my opponents |
| I’m takin' groups out who want it? |
| I’m layin' up with a rider |
| Can’t lay up with a recycle |
| I’m smokin' weed cause I like it |
| You hate the weed you can’t buy her |
| Came in the game on a mission |
| Fuck you and yo recognition |
| Bitch I don’t miss it, I prolly won’t kiss it |
| You gotta be here, fuck around make you dizzy |
| Lyrics so crispy, she got me on play |
| On the pill in the kitchen, I already hit it |
| Don’t fuck with my patience, I’m really unlimited |
| Baby why you act’n sensitive? |
| I’m high as fuck, high up in the hills |
| The feels off this shit might give you chills |
| I’m rollin with a bitch, only drink I spill |
| These niggas betta keep they talkin' sealed |
| make art Mona Lisa |
| Why these niggas watch me but never stop me? |
| I’ma go ahead ride to the top |
| Niggas wantin' me to fall but I don’t see a drop |
| Bitch it’s a break down, shake down |
| Make the whole beat come to life, shut the place down |
| I’ma fuck around, get a brand new place now |
| Lookin back, never coulda stayed at my mom duke’s house |
| Lookin' at me like what a nigga do now? |
| Smokin' weed, fuckin hoes, nothin' new now |
| Doin songs, couple shows, nothin' much tho |
| Now I’ll be damned if I ever open up, ho! |
| Breakin' down the weed finna smoke tho |
| If he ever act’n up he can go broke |
| Watch what the fuck you say, you can get choked |
| Man I’m livin' going places most can’t go |
| Been a long time since I seen a rainbow |
| Ya’ll hoes used like the clothes at Plato’s |
| But my bitch prolly sweeter than a faygo |
| Get your taste buds burnt if I say so |
| Breakin' down the weed finna smoke tho |
| If he ever act’n up he can go broke |
| Watch what the fuck you say, you can get choked |
| Man I’m livin' going places most can’t go |
| Been a long time since I seen a rainbow |
| Ya’ll hoes used like the clothes at Plato’s |
| But my bitch prolly sweeter than a faygo |
| Get your taste buds burnt if I say so |