Lyrics Chillin 'N' Billin - Nu Brand Flexxx, Darq E Freaker, Boyadee

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