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chilly baby - delivery room [prod. tgt] lyrics

[verse 1]
f-ck a legal name, call me chilly baby
they sayin chilly, you so illy, you been k!llin lately
eyes low, surprise flow, lookin pretty hazy
groundbreaking, like an earthquake hittin central haiti
couple grams in my back pocket i’m f-nny packin’
guidin’ these lines like a drone that’s pakistani trackin
i’m granny mackin, rarely laughin, got you panty grabbin
and don’t forget it cause ya man just simply can’t be lackin
ashland street and we 3 deep inside a subaru
hook a right and we mobbin on walker avenue
box hottin, lookin like a family barbecue
gettin tweaked up, i heard that shit is good for you
and tgt’s got the beats that stay disturbin the peace
and we got the fleece on our sleeves
and you got some grease on your knees
and our eyes is lookin chinese
and we like to run from police
and we gettin tweaked in the streets
and chilly baby’s the meanest

[hook]
chilly baby fresh out the womb
welcomin you to my delivery room
we got b-tches to the left and b-tches to the right
and ain’t a single one of them leavin tonight

[tgt]
congratulations mrs. chilly it’s a beautiful 8 pound 5 ounce chilly baby
oh my he’s already tweaked up!

[hook]

[verse 2]
i got a lotta bars lookin like a penetentiary
this gonna be your favorite lp of the century
eventually i graduated elementary
and now the shit i’m smokin on is f-ckin up my memory
3 am and i’m cruisin with no license
the sirens break the silence sharper than poseidon’s tridents
i’m the flyest
and it’s a science for these tyrants
so don’t resort to violence i’m the leader of this chilly island
chilly baby buyin devil spices, market prices, it’s righteous
get in the booth and then i write this
the chilly virus it’s a crisis that surprises
cause no one expected the flame
shout out to my homie isis
i’m talkin all this shit, not askin for permission
cookin up verses like a chef up in yo kitchen
triple digits on the freeway call me no collision
cuttin through you like the blade in a circ-mcision
i’m an ashland kid, you know i’m always reppin
chilly baby hittin whips like he’s cha cha steppin
bars got dre, snoop and seuss askin lots of questions
i was just a fetus, and now i got you sweatin

[tgt]
my goodness! it looks as though he can spit bars!

[hook]

[chilly baby]
sorry it appears we’re out of chairs, would you like to sit on my d-ck?

[verse 3]
me and the crew cruisin late on a friday
past curfew doin 90 on the highway
chilly in ya driveway
can’t even drive straight
shouts out to mau5 hau5, i’m still bangin my way
yo, it’s chilly baby on the mic
and it’s 3 in the morning just kidding it’s 10 at night
chilly always keep it trilly when he’s on the campsite
railin pills of the addy sippin on the dirty sprite
steady k!llin these flows, call me freddy kreueger
everyday’s a day off like i’m ferris beuler
the baby turnin up, you a f-ckin party pooper
chilly baby gettin dome from a heady cougar
chilly or a f-ckin fake that’s a clear decision
bars got you thinkin harder than some long division
i’ll smack a pidgeon, bang a chicken
that’s the tweaky itchin
green addiction, got the tree now let’s get a fixin
a lil baby with the flow and now the history’s doomed
an lp with a bunch of dope auxillary tunes
i’m so icy straight out of a slippery womb
the rest is comin but for now it’s just delivery rooms…

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