| I lay it down
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| Looking like I walked through hell
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| Rhyme sturdy though ain’t nobody ringing my bell
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| That’s a sure shot, William Tell
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| I go get them and I won’t stop
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| Rhythm compels
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| The world listens when the show stops
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| Only the quell can make venom so
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| Don’t let me catch your ass slippin'
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| Mic check 1, 2
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| Hey, hey, ship called, mayday
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| North Star fallin' out the sky like it’s J-Day
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| Back to the bay like K. Flay
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| Baby, I’m a grown ass man, I don’t nae-nae
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| All I do is two step
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| True def
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| Blu-Ray vision on them
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| New wave going swimming on them
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| Hold up (hold up)
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| I’m 'bout to throw up
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| Motherfuckers making me sick like Ebola
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| Roll up put them on blast and it’s over
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| Got that Pappy Van Wink in a glass and a cold-shoulder
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| I’m chillin'
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| I’m chillin'
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| Phone keeps ringin', I ain’t picking up
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| They tuggin' on my strings, I ain’t gettin' up
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| I never mind 'em
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| They all behind me
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| They can talk that shit, now, whenever they want
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| (Whenever they want)
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| (Whenever they want)
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| (Whenever they want, yeah)
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| Ice cold
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| (I'm tellin' time, yeah)
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| Now say what you want
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| Private calls in them dinin' halls, we don’t answer those
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| Ain’t comin' close to talkin' to souls that’s sweet as cantaloupe
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| I’m too dope
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| To be phased by mirrors and smoke, mirages of hope
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| The only time they’re on demand, hah—is holdin' remotes
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| Please don’t play wit' me, you ain’t a friend of me
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| You know that’s plain to see, they want to aim at me
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| They know I am a G like 40 deep
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| Might turn your squad into a vacancy like where your family be
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| Please believe that we won’t catch no felonies
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| Oh, now we don’t like the violence, but to stay alive boy, you’ve got to find
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| balance
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| Oh, that’s the model for life
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| And I ain’t dappin' all these niggas, wouldn’t throw 'em in a fight, no
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| Take my spot that’s what you want
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| I’m heaven-sent, you irrelevant, so they can say what they want
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| I’m chillin', I’m chillin' (Ice cold)
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| Phone keeps ringin', I ain’t picking up
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| They tuggin' on my strings, I ain’t gettin' up
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| I never mind 'em
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| They all behind me
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| They can talk that shit, now, whenever they want
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| (Whenever they want)
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| (Whenever they want)
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| (Whenever they want, yeah)
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| Ice cold |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chillin' , by - Grieves. Song from the album Running Wild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп