Chill
Reek da Villian, Busta Rhymes, J-Doe
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
I tried to tell a nigga chill Call him David Put the mess in the mada Copperfield For real, niggas know the drill Mommy on that molly while She pop another pill For real, tell that bitch to chill For real, tell that bitch to chill For real, nigga better chill And if they don’t, just line em up It’s perfect timin for the kill I don’t care about the money That your man make i hit a homerun Now I’m runnin through my fan base Up the green from a garden to a landscape Sounds be the only lingo Cops will never translate they pull up I pull out that thing and pop it I ain’t fuckin with no dicks I’m on that Lorena Bobbitt I’m no Davie but them ladies say The boys way be Crockett I’m the plug in the street And you a motherfuckin socket Had to chill for a while But I’m welcomed back was low key How I’m underneath the welcome mat Now the bitches see me in the Forbes So if I give you my number Like a finny you should call You should tell your man to chill Cause you’re fuckin with a dog And he be firecracker flaming and You fuckin with a ball I got them crills on the street Got Jahlil on the beat only Phantoms Ain’t no Caddys when we roll Out in them fleets I tried to tell a nigga chill Call him David Put the mess in the mada Copperfield For real, niggas know the drill Mommy on that molly while She pop another pill For real, tell that bitch to chill For real, tell that bitch to chill For real, nigga better chill And if they don’t, just line em up It’s perfect timin for the kill Wrist on chill neck on chill Hoes all up in my grill I cop a feel then I tell that bitch to chill Hop behind the wheel and get Back to chasin that mill Ok, big black zonin, on shit pumpin Beef is like a car To start it I push a button And it’s over with it’s over with I don’t know if you noticed it But I just got my weight up bitch I’m getting checks and bonuses Pull up in the covers with Yea I see you lookin As you should, come and get this wood Yea that getting go G shot wrist, Reebok kicks Watch my niggas f*ck the place u King Kong shit She back and forth on my balls Ping-pong bitch She playin house with my ding dong I’m playin ding dong ditch My bar is too ill, way too trill Oh that’s yo girl actin up Tell that bitch to chill for real I tried to tell a nigga chill Call him David Put the mess in the mada Copperfield For real, niggas know the drill Mommy on that molly while She pop another pill For real, tell that bitch to chill For real, tell that bitch to chill For real, nigga better chill And if they don’t, just line em up It’s perfect timin for the kill Yea, ya’ll know When I come through and I lock it So much bread I should attach a Laundry basket to my pocket You ain’t really knowin Ready for the lesson? See me whippin a Boeing, 7-47 See the wrist be glowin til I’m shinin like a misfit Spark with nigga cascade, dish washing liquid Bread up in the palasades Mansion into stash house Wildin in the club while bitches Dancing with they ass out Mossberg military in case niggas act out Wildin like a click over Traded niggas blacked out Why oh why oh why nigga? You don’t wanna try it See my niggas squeezing til they Finger muscle getting tired nigga Finish with the coke up watch It rattle through the woofa Like a kid cooked the coke up In a fuckin pressure cooker Then I quickly count the profit Cop another castle Keep cooking until they want a Nigga on their cooking channel You know my style, you see the way I sip up At 10 thousand a bottle Shit you know my niggas grip up I’m on that raise the throttle shit You know I got the hook up Go ahead and fuckin gobble bitch It’s simple like the pushup Rocket launcher swag bitch See how I’m propelling ya’ll Taking over everything I’m tired of telling ya’ll Why you always talk Could give a f*ck what niggas chat bout Keep applying the pressure until You niggas tap out now pass out I tried to tell a nigga chill Call him David Put the mess in the mada Copperfield For real, niggas know the drill Mommy on that molly while She pop another pill For real, tell that bitch to chill For real, tell that bitch to chill For real, nigga better chill And if they don’t, just line em up It’s perfect timin for the kill
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Chill Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 25 Apr. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/10727998/Busta+Rhymes/Chill>.
Discuss the Chill Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In