Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chillin 'N' Billin , by - Nu Brand FlexxxRelease date: 11.12.2012
Song language: English
Chillin 'N' Billin |
| Chillin', Billin' Chillin', Billin' |
| Chillin', Billin', I’m chilling like a villain (and I’m) |
| Chillin', Billin' Chillin', Billin' |
| Chillin', Billin', getting higher than a muthafucka |
| Roll one up, I roll one too |
| If you roll with me, then I roll with you |
| If your crew roll up, then they can roll through |
| But I guarantee that we be getting higher than a muthafucka |
| Flyer than an aeroplane |
| Higher than an aeroplane |
| Blowing weed around you town |
| Hashtag hurricane |
| Thai green for the pot |
| I ain’t talking curry man |
| I keep these bitches on their toes |
| Cherubim and seraphim |
| Im burning trees forest fire |
| Im jeremiah im not a liar |
| My bitch is finer my clothes designer |
| Got the game in a headlock scott stiener |
| Im rolling ten pin head joints |
| Call it bowling |
| Strike it with a match or light it |
| With a lighter |
| Yeh we roll it maynn |
| The wave im on is deja, vu or ground hog day |
| My life feel like im gardening with naughty female canines |
| Uhh bad bitches and weed |
| Kissing mary jane till my eyeballs bleed |
| Smoking zoobies down till my lip get blick |
| Back to the garden no twigs no seeds |
| Im loosing my momentum like a rolling stone |
| Guarantee that when u see me ill be rolling stoned |
| My mick jagger is cold |
| And your bitch swagger is old |
| And my niggas got that magazine it ain’t rolling stone |
| Chillin', Billin' Chillin', Billin' |
| Chillin', Billin', I’m chilling like a villain (and I’m) |
| Chillin', Billin' Chillin', Billin' |
| Chillin', Billin', getting higher than a muthafucka |
| Roll one up, I roll one too |
| If you roll with me, then I roll with you |
| If your crew roll up, then they can roll through |
| But I guarantee that we be getting higher than a muthafucka |
| We go lights camera action on it bitch |
| Let me set the scene |
| A bunch of empty liquor bottles |
| And a bag of green |
| A bunch of fly muthafuckaz |
| So fresh and so clean |
| Hot box roll it up we blowing of some steam |
| All my senioritas look like ones you see in magazine |
| And we keep it g like h i j k l m n o p |
| Getting blown |
| Smoke it till its roach |
| Now your comatose |
| You’ll never play with green again like the england coach |
| Im in my own box screamin deal or no deal |
| Trusay i been on my own wave from breakfast nigga oatmeal |
| Rappers talking but its oh so boring |
| I dont fucking wanna hear your life story fool i ain’t piers morgan |
| 'Cause I’m about my loot, like a bag of stolen goods |
| I grow my food, and when I roll I’m only back strapping my zoots |
| I always two’s, we so fuckin' kool make a hater have to leave the room |
| Flipping flow’s that are more incredible than Bruce Banner |
| Chillin', Billin' Chillin', Billin' |
| Chillin', Billin', I’m chilling like a villain (and I’m) |
| Chillin', Billin' Chillin', Billin' |
| Chillin', Billin', getting higher than a muthafucka |
| Roll one up, I roll one too |
| If you roll with me, then I roll with you |
| If your crew roll up, then they can roll through |
| But I guarantee that we be getting higher than a muthafucka |