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basednas - chill flow lyrics

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chill flow lyrics
[intro]
10fifty, i love you
hey glumboy

[chorus]
diamonds on me and they glistenin’ (huh?)
basednas on the beat and she listenin’ (heat)
say you sippin’ wok but that’s lipton (what?)
i got n+ggas down in london, no tipton (real)
they like, “basednas, you’re on a mission” (okay)
and they thought this sh+t was impossible (they did)
goofy ass n+gga, [?] unstoppable (no)
and don’t reach for my chain ’cause bro poppin’ you (don’t)
and this sh+t is not fake, it is no gimmick (it ain’t)
you could never be me, but you could try to mimic (what?)
white plug and his name is tom flemming (yeah)
and i’m really ’bout my buck, no brandon jennings (heat)
and i sit in my bed and i count my winnings
heard he stackin’ his paper to the top (phew, phew)
you could nevеr check me, you will have to flop (yеah)
i come on the beats so swiftly, get the mop

[verse]
catchin’ plays out in memphis like i’m zach randolph
heard brody givin’ the pack, it was like a handoff
i got shooters in the west, they be havin’ standoffs (yeah)
n+ggas think they gettin’ off, then you go bald (phew, phew)
catchin’ plays in dc like santana moss
these n+ggas steady talkin’ sh+t but they ain’t knowin’ none (no)
i’m a underground king, call me big pun (i am)
no tracy mcgrady, but i am the one
[break]
(phew, phew)

[chorus]
diamonds on me and they glistenin’ (huh?)
basednas on the beat and she listenin’ (heat)
say you sippin’ wok but that’s lipton (what?)
i got n+ggas down in london, no tipton (real)
they like, “basednas, you’re on a mission” (okay)
and they thought this sh+t was impossible (they did)
goofy ass n+gga, [?] unstoppable (no)
and don’t reach for my chain ’cause bro poppin’ you (don’t)
and this sh+t is not fake, it is no gimmick (it ain’t)
you could never be me, but you could try to mimic (what?)
white plug and his name is tom flemming (yeah)
and i’m really ’bout my buck, no brandon jennings (heat)
and i sit in my bed and i count my winnings
heard he stackin’ his paper to the top (phew, phew)
you could never check me, you will have to flop (yeah)
i come on the beats so swiftly, get the mop



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