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chillinit – women weed and wordplay lyrics

[verse 1]
see me rap
bad girl drip, leaking tap
jump out whip, see these jacks
and dash like a flash won’t see me back
ugh, until the coast is clear
don’t like drinks but i do nose beers
in depp just like johnny but i show no fear
when las vegas loathing i show no tears
wait, f-ck sake
i don’t wanna see tears on my mums face
on a monday, cos her lifestyle mundane
in a rutt hey but just have a little trust ay
f-ck babe, ima pay for this house
but first im a blaze an ounce
call me hugh hefner, keep s-xy ladies about
sesh on a jay then i’m out, bounce, brudda

i got a gram of the sesh
i got my hands on her deck
she call me poppa chill, while she pop a pill, bagzy, poppin the percs and the xannies instead
me, i’m on the plants to the death
blazin fumes out my gatorbeug till i’m 82, and i’m grey and i’m dead
in a nursing home while i blaze on a sesh
i smoke on a uk dollar
girls from the uk holla
cos i love me a uk accent
and you love you an eshay brudda
and she love my team and gang, the weed and slang, the green and gold is my colour
nautica on the back of my collar
aus 420 the fam is my brudda

——- are you high
take a puff puff then r u high
let the tune bump like rl grime
give you goosebumps like rl stein
picked the whip up in an rx 9
switch the whip into an rs5
raps real, i can’t tell why
keep it vac sealed, you can’t smell mine
shhhhh, job done by nine
never seen cells but i done my time
please, stick with the dumb dumb rhymes
please, sticks and the dumb dumb rhymes
i’m, i’m
one of the best
might punched in my head
might get lunged for the sesh
come get done for the bread
bad b-tch one time that i f-ck on the bed

woah, dam dirty
good with her head just like she van persie
that’s why i wanna see mans united
high off kush, and woosh, the van swerving
skrrrrrrrrrr, dope sh-t
my whole crew got jumped like c0ke is
whole crew got swarmed like locusts
but this broke kids never gonna lose focus i’m hopeless
if you see me swerving
drive on by, like ariva derci
i get high for my 9 to 5
so from time to time you might see weed burning..

[verse 2]
i try tell em they can’t test me nada
tryna bring truth like shows where they test the father
gotta b-tch out in mexicana
we get stoned with coronas she moans coz the s-x is harder
and the br–sts were larger
all black in balenciaga
you gotta go to work in the morning
all good girl text me after

i don’t care bout your michael kors or diamonds or designer fabrics that you try import
never been high before
so i just roll her a little bit of kush and get her high some more
now i’m lookin at the b-tches with the joints rolled
live a life that i don’t really know the point of
-pill drop- coin toss
poor the liquor for the brothers in the joint lost

bad b-tch chanel watch a felt cloth
pretty women in the city let me f-ck one
drugs booze any sedative i wanted
coz she daddy’s little girl and got the money in a trust fund
kinda funny how her money in a trust fund
at the same time though i never trust none
dope in her pocket, c0ke in her wallet
and the booty got me thinking i could bust one

but whenever i be stressin’ i forget it when the swisher is wrapped
and shout out to the b-tches in black
man in the club tryna smuggle in drugs
homie got b-tches for that

ugh, wish that the lord would take me
wish i could rort these pay cheques
i wish that my gift had me blessed in the lord for greatness
but my story it tore the pages

still chill chill, wondering the 40 acres
alone tryna scrore the paper
faunicate with girls and i never ever call them later
i go out and ball like lakers
who serve b-lls like lleyton, mother f-ckers all night hating, i do this for my mates g
tell me how could you hate that
tell me how as a man can you not do it for the fam and relate lad
see it’s bars i loan ya
prolly why i kick goals on the net
boxed in the corner with dark aromas
kush gets pushed till it’s rollin ya head

like ugh, tell em that i’m all straight up
give em what they want like russ
never been fussed what the whole world thinks of us
from a place where we call mates c-nt
straight up…

- chillinit lyrics

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