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chill waters – left 4 dead lyrics

{intro: jey mané & chill waters}
you not gonna say goodbye?
man, everything that i witnessed
and that i’ve been through in that house
it’s best to leave it there
thats where the magic happened my boy, yea
that’s where i learned+
i made my first song in that crib
made engineering, all of that, all of that
that’s crazy man
this ain’t a goodbye
huh?
this a “see you later” my boy
yea, it’s a “see you later” man
(turbo takin’ off and we gon’ fly, yea)
(grab that sh+t, uh)

{verse 1: chill waters}
turbo takin’ off and we gon’ fly, yea (mmm)
tote that motha f+ckin’ stick like it’s some iron, yea (mmm)
got that two tonе when i come and slide, yеa (mmm)
and she know she for the gang, she down to ride (mmm)
all she really want is two tone, new watch, i got fancy
she gon’ throw that cheeks up on me like sandy
i need two mops cause they’re camping
and i need double rocks on me when i’m dancing (woah)

{verse 2: chill waters}
ha, i’m bout’ to talk my sh+t (let’s go)
i just be thumbin’ through this cake
while my thumb is all up on her cl+t (ha ha)
i just be poppin’ my sh+t (ha ha)
i be silent as a b+tch (ha ha)
and they provoke me, i don’t talk
b+tch n+ggas love to get hit (the f+ck, gltt bow)
like, i need more money involved
when it comes to you, i’m here for you
but with me you don’t call (you dont call)
and you tryna’ make the calls (calls)
you gon’ f+ck up my game
i’ma ball out like i’m wall (ball out like i’m wall)
i’ma break her f+ckin’ walls (walls)
we gon’ play a game, saw (saw)
{verse 3: jey mané}
hail mary, tupac, but i feel like brady (yea x6)
bad b+tch, so i treat her like my first lady
11 points down in the clutch like mcgrady (no, no, no)
i’m more like kobe, so i shoot with my 80 (woah x3)
light skin, dark skin, she know she a baddie
p+p+pops left her life, so i guess i’m her new daddy (yea, yea)
smackdown, ass out, mané pull her tracks out (woah, woah)
all black car where a n+gga might go crash out (woah, woah)
i’m the type to make your b+tch, yea go and tap out (yea, yea)
20’s, 50’s, 100’s hoe, you know i bring my cash out
my boy tunez slumped on the bed yea he passed out
turn the lights out, bout’ to have a blackout
i’m feelin’ like the purge, so you n+ggas better back out (whew x3)
dreadheads, i be hangin’ out with the rastas
i’m the type of n+gga turn your brain up into pasta
how you say you on the team?
you didn’t make the roster (gltt bow)
cold blue, i think i done found me an imposter, among us (whew x2)
how you had the baddest b+tch, you fumbled, you lost her?
yea you lost her (yea x4) (the f+ck)

{break: jey mané}
your faith is in your hands so you better go decide, today
and for the n+ggas really try me bout’ to die, today
cause’ my n+ggas bout to really go and slide, today
if we outside, better go and hide, today
{verse 4: jey mané & chill waters}
yo, chill where they at? (yea, yea)
them n+ggas who was out the house
they left us in the back (left us in the back)
yea they left us in the past (ha, ha)
ride around with the sack (ha, ha)
in atl we can’t come back (ha, ha) (no, yea)
so i can’t slack off with my slatts, huh
mama always told me go and stand out (no, no)
never take a handout, and always bring your mans out, yea (no x4)
the same n+ggas actin’ like they know me (yea, yea)
yea, cause you runnin’ back to me
uh, uh
you runnin’ back to me
uh
(uh, uh)

- chill waters lyrics

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