| Let the band play
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Alright
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| Love get you killed (Ayy)
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| Hustlin' get you mills (Ayy)
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| Hate, I can’t feel (Ayy)
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| Franklin on my bills (Ayy)
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| Pints come with seals (Ayy)
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| Bitches love pills (Ayy)
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| You call me too many times back-to-back, bitch, chill
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| (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
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| Her head super sloppy (Damn)
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| My wrist super rocky (Damn)
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| Pull up like, «What's poppin'?» |
| (Damn)
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| SRT slidin' (Damn)
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| And the trunk knockin' (Damn)
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| Coffee cup, no coffee (Damn)
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| They want me in a coffin (Damn)
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| But I just keep on ballin' (Damn)
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| I just keep on ballin' (Damn)
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| I just keep on ballin' (Damn)
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| They watch me and they copy (Damn)
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| Nine-eleven topless (Damn)
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| Always shoppin' (Damn)
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| Told her bring it back, replay like a disc jockey
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| (Bring it back)
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| Love get you killed (Ayy)
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| Hustlin' get you mills (Ayy)
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| Hate, I can’t feel (Ayy)
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| Franklin on my bills (Ayy)
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| Pints come with seals (Ayy)
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| Bitches love pills (Ayy)
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| You call me too many times back-to-back, bitch, chill
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| (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
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| Hold up, bitch, wait (Damn)
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| A pimp eatin' steak (Damn)
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| First of all, don’t blow up my phone
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| Bitch, you outta place (Damn)
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| Never chased a bitch
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| Too busy makin' deposits at Chase (Damn)
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| Light my blunt and skate (Skrrt)
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| Never asked for nothin'
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| Where I’m from, we liked to take (Damn)
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| Ridin' the coupe down Alison
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| Made a left on Airways (Damn)
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| Pulled up at the Dixie Queen
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| And got a milkshake (Damn)
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| Dolph, remember you used to serve me back in the day? |
| (Damn)
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| You used to fuck with my cousin Tiffany from The Haven (Damn)
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| Big booty Tiffany, bruh, you moved her to Cartersville (Damn)
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| She said she used to get three boxes a week just where she lived (Damn)
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| Ay, gimme my food, nigga, I’m gone (I'm gone, bruh)
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| Fuck wrong with this nigga? |
| He trippin' (Damn)
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| He called this stupid ass bitch my ho, been out here tellin' my business (Damn)
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| Nigga, you dumb as hell, what you mean?
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| Did you love her? |
| Nah
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| Did you fuck her (Nah)
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| You made six hundred bands just off that bitch in one summer
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| Damn, you right, hell yeah I love her, ha, hey
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| I’ll fuck around and call Tiffany, give her a hundred (A hundo)
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| Just because I’m that real, nigga, it ain’t nothin' (Nothin')
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| At least she ain’t tell a fuck nigga that she was fuckin' (Ha)
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| Luckily, the man upstairs, yeah, he really love me (On God)
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| Yeah, I’ma keep it real, that shit coulda got ugly (On God)
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| But it didn’t, bitch, so I’m in the hood stuntin' (Ayy)
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| Love get you killed (Ayy)
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| Hustlin' get you mills (Ayy)
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| Hate, I can’t feel (Ayy)
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| Franklin on my bills (Ayy)
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| Pints come with seals (Ayy)
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| Bitches love pills (Ayy)
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| You call me too many times back-to-back, bitch, chill
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| (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chill , by - Young Dolph. Song from the album Dum and Dummer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп