Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Chill, artist - Victor Kwesi Mensah. Album song U MAD / VENDETTA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: FP
Song language: English
No Chill |
Yeah, hooligans |
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill |
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill |
I told Sonny warm the beat up, shit is freezing, he ain’t got no chill |
I ain’t got none either, keep a flow right off the heater |
To my team I’m Derek Jeter, I got hits, I’m in the field |
With a halo on my deal, I signed to Hov, I’m lightskin Jesus |
Hallelujah, hallelujah, you do you, more power to ya |
I’m a test drive that xDrive, pussy wetter, just got baptized |
I’m a franchise, you a fraction, niggas broke, can’t pay attention |
I got drive, she trying to screwdrive, guess I got to do it drill |
Ayy, we’ve been up since Friday, getting drunk and popping seal |
Magic stick all on that ass, bitch, I’m David Copperfield |
You a fan, don’t it blow you that this shit just hot as hell |
I’m with Skrillex and we chilling, but we still ain’t got no chill |
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real |
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real |
Hallelujah, hallelujah, I was born ready |
But my shooters got shooters, they was born ready |
Practice, what the fuck is practice? |
What the fuck is practice? |
Hallelujah, hallelujah, yeah |
But my shooters got shooters, they was born ready |
On the phone with yee, he on the plane |
He say, what’s up, nigga?" |
I don’t know, not these fuck niggas |
Oh yeah, we was up, nigga |
Got the new Beamer on razor blades |
Stephen Curry on CP3 |
You fucked up, won’t make the plays |
Fuck with us, they make your grave |
Niggas talk a lot of shit, but they don’t say enough |
Problems as deep as my pockets is, my Uzi weigh a ton |
I’m a Hyde Park hooligan, you goofy, that’s just where I’m from |
Chopping shit like the Karate Kid, not Will and Jada’s son |
I got SAVEMONEY, they with me now, so go and get you some |
Plus my bands old enough, I could fuck with my older sister’s friend |
Now my niggas try to clown me when I told em they was probably |
Same niggas talking shit, looking shitty, get the bounty |
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real |
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real |
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real |
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real |
I was born ready for real |
I was born ready |
Don’t you know that we for real? |
Don’t you know that we for real? |
Nigga, for real |
For real |
Nigga, for real |
For real |
Nigga, for real |