Chill by Birdman
(Hook)
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 poppin up a 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
(Verse)
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 hella ring bob it
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 cuz 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
(Hook)
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 poppin up a 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
(Verse)
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 when 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 dough
G shot wrist, Reebok kicks
My niggas fuck 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
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