Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chillin With My Bitch, artist - T.I.. Date of issue: 28.11.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chillin With My Bitch |
| Dig pimp… I’ma holla at y’all in a minute, I’m finna go change clothes mayne |
| Go get real spiffy mayne, go kick it with my broad, I’ma holla atchall later. |
| I left the kids at the crib, and the squad in the trap |
| Now I’m in the two-seater with my broad in my lap |
| The alpines beatin', but I’m far away from rappin' |
| Bumpin' Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps, I |
| Put up my blues, put on some tailor made slacks |
| Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that? |
| Button down, cufflinks, hair cut, no hat |
| Just felt like gettin' clean and show I know how to act |
| At Neiman & Marcus let my girl blow three or four stacks |
| Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I’m relaxed |
| In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats |
| But then real close by, niggas better know that |
| I ain’t hangin' with my niggas, pullin' no triggaz |
| I’ll be back to the trap, but for now |
| I’m chillin' with my bitch today, I’m chillin' with my bitch today |
| I ain’t hangin' with my potnaz, I’m out eatin' lobster |
| I’m on some grown man shit, ya dig |
| I’m chillin' with my bitch today, I’m chillin' with my bitch today |
| This shit look hard, no drama from none of my baby mama’s |
| With my hottie, takin' shots of Saké at Benihana’s in the Hummer |
| Known to kick it like we riches, got Richie and Madonna |
| Or either Will and Jada, on vacation for the summer |
| Me and my lil' mama, blowin' big as we wanna |
| Gotta big sack of some of that shit from California |
| A bottle of Patron and a six pack of Corona |
| Dro aroma got the six hot steamin' like a sauna |
| So I let the top back and I bend anotha corner |
| Check into the W, so I can put it on her |
| Got the suite for a week, but we can stay a lil' longer |
| I ain’t trippin', that’s the shit that make relationships stronger |
| Tonight I’m gon chill with my lady friend |
| She the type to keep a nigga open |
| I’m chillin' with my bitch today |
| I left the stress in the streets and I’m a long way from home |
| Put up the vest and the chrome, even through with my phone |
| My potnaz don’t wanna be on the shit that I’m on mayne |
| Livin' life and kickin' it like a grown man |
| Sittin' in the sand, drinkin' pina coladas |
| With a double shot of rum, just chillin' right by the water |
| No judges, no lawyers, in a whole 'nother world |
| Just a bottle and this ?? |
| dro, blowin' with my girl |