Lyrics:
on that Snoop shit, Gin got me woozy
Got me feelin' sorry for my nigga Lil' Boosie
Turn up the fuckin’ radio, bang a lil' Gucci
Get high as a hummingbird
on all of y'all, I'm just deciding who to whack
Lil' bro'll pull up and let off a couple shots from out this TEC
So we don't sit at restaurants, these
CHILLS
Verse 1
Shorty had the sex appeal
Went to school, finished Law got a head for real
Made a move to the hills for a better feel
Been good
a lame ass. Get the 4ck out
Verse 3
Chill. Chill. Chill. Chill
Chill. Chill. Chill. Chill
Chill. Chill. Chill. Chill
Hahaaa. Yeah. Reggae raga
Raga
by the bar (bar)
Why don't you grab your girls and come chill wit a star?
We up in VIP, drinks on me
Swag on tight with a gangsta lean
Everybody know
Boosie Bad Ass, Ima send this maw'fucker right here
To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up
Bank roll after bank
me nigga
2 door coupe thats a lady killa
I just campaignin' with my wrist on chill
Champagne bottles yeah we got em on chill
Shawty don't care who her
he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want
You can't name a time Lil Mar had popped out, and he not trim
You can't name a time a nigga did something to me, they ain't even attempt
You can't fuck
on the Grind I was taught to go get it
Up every morning by nine I push Weight and go lift it
I can’t talk lil money lil nigga I’m Prolific
Every time the money
walked out
Land of the thrill, mayne that's my spot
Workin' that real up in my twat
(System label me, a killa 'cause Lil Boosie gettin' guap)
(Blood cry
stockings
Niggas hand over the cash when heat's to they noggin
I sing a lil' lullaby, who gon' testify
The way a gruesome murder been televised?
Stupid!
if you lemme (Boom boom boom)
My eyes damn near crossin, hypnotized by the jiggle (Jiggle)
I told her, baby chill, yo cheeks is on my pistol (Fyee)
I
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Huh? Nigga,
this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see Cita, Mrs. Rose, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dog, we really
about?
I'ma chill to the point haters checking me out
Sipping on the Crystal
Bitches want to get wild
Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my
(nah)
I'm the first one that said "QC" (chill out)
I ain't never gon' tuck my tale (nah)
I'm a nigga from the NAWF, for real (NAWF)
He poppin' it,
up in them 'Raris by the twos just like they chopsticks
It ain't about the sprint lil nigga, it's about the marathon
One time for my city bitch, they
since a lil' nigga
Don't like it, then deal with it
Huh, bool out and I chill with you
It's YG and Spider, your favorite idol, your favorite rival
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
an open door
So it got me thinkin', what am I tryin' for?
When I was young I was so very dumb, eager to please
A lil', trick on a mission tryin' to get
breathin'
Ayy, say, Lil Boosie, they gon'
Zoom right down your block
You better beat it
All that talkin' like you with it
You ain't gon' do shit, just gon'
Two-point seven for the crib and it's all paid (numbers)
Niggas get a lil' bit of fame, start actin' strange
Just because I showed a lil' love, that don't
[Shane]
It's gone!
'Cause Lil' Daddy's like a rap helter skelter
A bad mother..
[Kane]
Chill Shane, respect your elders
My younger one, uhh,
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