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kill bill: the rapper - no chill [backwoods demo - 2014] lyrics

[intro]
(yo, yo, yo, yo)
yo, listen

[bridge]
zig+zag in my pocket, i left the studio
police chase, wilding. i’m sipping that pink chalice+

[refrain]
yo, yo, yo, yo
f+ck that i’m on some other sh+t today

[verse 1]
yeah, smoking backwoods in the backwoods
we slip between the cracks
blunted while i’m driving boy that misdemeanors back, dope without the dope
what type of triple beam is that?
got no drive?
got no flash
you will get deleted in+fact
404 road for my path ended white screen with black text, i had to take it back
i thought they might scream in black text
i grabbed another bagging
it’s a pipe dream, a hash sash
caught in lady luck and man
we might еven have s+x
california kush; my pеople stay sedated
i party all week to keep my evils satiated
i’ll never stop trying until my people make it, make it man
we unclasp, no bus pass
i’ll ride until i die, hoe
this the summer rich july bro
i used to dream of being signed, but now i’d rather die slow
that’s what you get for f+f+f+cking with them demons and things ain’t what they seeming
[chorus]
ayo, people, people, people never satisfied legging where their passion lies
throw in the clique, just throw in the clique
people, people, people live their saddest lives shorty got the fattest thighs
got hoes on my d+ck, got hoes on my d+ck
people, people, people just sit and looking down from the weakest steeple evil, ayo

[bridge]
zig+zag in my pocket, i left the studio
police chase, wilding. i’m sipping that pink chalice i’m dipping i think with malice
holla, no chill, holla, holla, no chill
say holla, no chill, holla, holla, yuh

[verse 2]
never been one for the talking, talking, talking anxiety+ridden, i hide in the rhythm
i’m ficus, burning bush, i turned to christ then burned a book
it turned to ice; i learned to cook it. work at night, i turned and booked it
but biiitch, i ain’t been tripping
technology squared, my angle’s missing
open ended, where to go? i hope it’s different soon
i’m sick of job interviews, they’re looking for a different dude
life’s a b+tch, i heard she’s sleeping in the nude
white+lies dancing, starting to creep into the truth

[chorus]
holla, no chill, say holla, holla, no chill
people, people, people never satisfied legging where their passion lies
throw in the clique, just throw in the clique
people, people, people live their saddest lives shorty got the fattest thighs
hoes on my d+ck, got hoes on my d+ck
people, people, people just sit and looking down from the weakest steeple evil, ayo
[bridge]
zig+zag in my pocket, i left the studio
police chase, wilding. i’m sipping that pink chalice i’m dipping i think with malice
holla, holla

- kill bill the rapper lyrics

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