Chillin'
WICK
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Good friends Good checks Good eats Late texts Good sex Good grief No face Not hate No beef Aye Nae Aye Nae You lay straight heat Awh darn Ah shucks What’s that Wassup Y’all made me blush Y’all just to much Got a swag like tip With a drop top Chevy With the roof wide open And cooler than a yeti I'm Chilling Chilling You can't kill my mood Kill my mood nah Chilling Chilling You can't kill my mood Kill my mood nah Chilling Chilling You can't kill my mood Kill my mood nah Chilling Chilling You can't kill my mood Kill my mood nah Drank last night My voice kinda gone But a kid got deadlines Got meet those Gotta blame that Red Bull we know I hit 16’s like free throws F*ck up that beat like deebo In your Xbox like cheat codes I still go marshawn beats mode For these people I earned my stripes like adidas I feel like yeezy I’m very nice Like jerry rice I’m off TD’s Came up on bankroll Chasing the platinum and gold I’m tryna get back on the road I guess that how it go Aye oh Y’all to fucking extra man I lay low Y’all to busy texting man some lame hoe I’m to busy focused on my bankroll Bankroll Cause I'm chilling chilling You can't kill my mood Kill my mood nah Chilling Chilling You can't kill my mood Kill my mood nah Chilling Chilling You can't kill my mood Kill my mood nah Chilling Chilling You can't kill my mood Kill my mood nah Drunk off xo Shorty saying xoxo Do you wanna f*ck I guess so Probably beat it up like metro I got a girl in Columbus Got a girl out in Florida I line that shit up like ferternity row And I hit in in order Yuh Yuh Good friends Good checks Good eats Late texts Good sex Good grief No face Not hate No beef Aye Nae Aye Nae You lay straight heat Awh darn Ah shucks What’s that Wassup Y’all made me blush Y’all just to much Got a swag like tip With a drop top Chevy With the roof wide open And cooler than a yeti I'm Chilling Chilling You can't kill my mood Kill my mood nah Chilling Chilling You can't kill my mood Kill my mood nah Chilling Chilling You can't kill my mood Kill my mood nah Chilling Chilling You can't kill my mood Kill my mood nah Aye oh Y’all to fucking extra man I lay low Y’all to busy texting man some lame hoe I’m to busy focused on my bankroll Bankroll Party all day Yea we living right Up in the clouds Yea we so high Ain’t got school We up all night Ask what we doin Yea we living right I feel so alive We making moves So much do do But I can’t choose Don’t give a f*ck So we letting loose We out here Yea we making moves Hit my phone Where’s that addy Where we at Yea it’s summer And you know we party like that Raise the roof Drop the top Yea we kicking back We ain’t got no worries Left them in my bag You can't kill my mood Kill my mood nah You can't kill my mood Kill my mood nah You can't kill my mood Kill my mood nah You can't kill my mood Kill my mood nah
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