beatking - no chill lyrics
[chorus: beat king]
i’m in love with these strippers, low key
them tatted up b+tches make me weak
[?] p+ssy for a g
tell the broke n+ggas they gotta pay a fee
in this club turned up, no chill
pop that p+ssy for these hundred dollar bills
[?] got me feeling trill
in this club turned up, no chill
[verse 1: beat king]
turned up and got no chill
[?] got no [?]
she been tweeking three days straight
r.i.p. the club [?]
two bad b+tches, two bad friends
[?] i’m so trill
club god got three cars
big house with no deal
throw that ass for [?]
f+ck my n+ggas for [?]
getting head from two hoes
that’s two mouths with four heads
h town to the a town
ass up, face down
club god, you gon forget [?]
i hit her asswith that fake smile
i keep a bad b+tch in the coupe
pop the p+ssy like you from [?]
you getting paper, salute
pour up some liquor for my n+ggalil snoop
in this club and i’m [?]
[?]
throwing these bands up at the ceiling
now she want the d+ck, b+tch just a minute
[chorus: beat king]
i’m in love with these strippers, low key
them tatted up b+tches make me weak
[?] p+ssy for a g
tell the broke n+ggas they gotta pay a fee
in this club turned up, no chill
pop that p+ssy for these hundred dollar bills
[?] got me feeling trill
in this club turned up, no chill
[verse 2: stuey rock]
i’m turned up with these bands on
trying to put my mans on
so [?]
cause i’m hands on
i’m blowing bands like a fan on
ain’t gotta flex, i go ham on
see i’m the man homie
that h town, that club god, that’s fam homie
[?] turn up
we riding with that burner
and they gon pop they p+ssy if we throw a couple hundred bands
[?] sell that p+ssy if them bands will make her dance
all these hoes gon be on you if you got that money
that’s why i just f+ck them, then pass them to the homies
so pop your p+ssy, no need for no conversation
no relaxing, [?] you just entertainment
[chorus: beat king]
i’m in love with these strippers, low key
them tatted up b+tches make me weak
[?] p+ssy for a g
tell the broke n+ggas they gotta pay a fee
in this club turned up, no chill
pop that p+ssy for these hundred dollar bills
[?] got me feeling trill
in this club turned up, no chill
[verse 3: slim thug]
turn up, back to back, we burn up
club packed when we show up
every night we pour up
every hood, they know us
all the bad hoes chose us
first [?]
[?]
[?] no chill
tell the waitress bring more [?]
bands keep on bussing
i’m leaving here with nothing
[?] the baddest
[?] best asses
[?]
that h town [?]
bostin george got a mean [?]
got him on the molly, stay going hard
[?] swap them out
[?] know what i’m talking bout
got the whole club turned up
this b+tch off the chain man
[?], so you know this ho gon bang man
[chorus: beat king]
i’m in love with these strippers, low key
them tatted up b+tches make me weak
[?] p+ssy for a g
tell the broke n+ggas they gotta pay a fee
in this club turned up, no chill
pop that p+ssy for these hundred dollar bills
[?] got me feeling trill
in this club turned up, no chill
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