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conflik – i’m chillin’ tho lyrics

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[intro]
it’s con
louder!

[verse 1 – conflik]
somebody ring thee alarm this is a warning
i know you heard the warming
i guess i gotta heat sh-t up get the foreman
i’m better than him, him, n-gga all em
ain’t no subliminal shots they hear me calling
a maid when i clean up, they can’t mess with this
or stand there, here, near or next to this
sh-t, it’s con…i be on my extra sh-t
i start spitting heads spinning like the exorcist
i’m back n-gga like a bat n-gga
i don’t see em but i hear em and they wack n-gga
eat beats so i’m gettin’ fat n-gga
type lightskin but i black n-gga
wasn’t on oldie i don’t gotta act new
i’m a beast take the “a” out i’m that too
& that smooth n-gga keep on k!llin’
and nah i ain’t even going hard im chillin

[hook]
they said you going to hard con
i’m chillin tho
ya hits are the bomb con
i’m chillin tho
explosive hits i keep dealing those
and the compet-tion i’m k!llin’ those
[2x]
i’m chillin tho, i’m chillin tho
i’m chillin [3x]
i’m chillin tho

[verse 2]
chillin’
broads all grillin’
with thoughts of 3 sums fulfillin’
so their body 7th heaven & they sinnin’
and i’m charlie charlie mister mister winning
betta yet call me mister mister sheen
(when i)
when i step up on the scene
(and i’m)
coming fresh outta queens
(ny)
they trynna question if i’m mean
(am i?)
the hottest n-gga spitting it
cool, my feet tied still the hottest n-gga kickin it
nope, i don’t think they gettin it
not at all n-gga i don’t think they gettin it
so lemme break it down in laments
cuz these n-ggas is the lamest & it’s really entertaining
dope bars that i spit for the feedback
tell em relax or just relapse

[hook]

[verse 3]
hold up did i mention i’m chillin
step aside when i step inside the building
cuz i ain’t mention i’m a shady f-ckin villain
with new shoes i will step inside ya women
i’m kidding…but really not
ice cold soul but really hot
i’mma make it to the tippy top
until they hit me wit a biggie shot
r.i.p. to the greatest
the good die young in the hands of the haters
so that’s why i keep a level head
get the bread & spend it on bottles (and then what?)
and then pour on the models (and then what?)
and let it splash on my googles
sh-t, if u ain’t buying i ain’t selling it
cuz a n-gga still chillin & celibate

[hook]



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