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rundown ray - chillin lyrics

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[hook]
i’m just chillin
if anybody ask i’m just chillin
u see me in the club i’m just chillin
when i’m posted in the hood i’m just chilling
when i’m riding through new york i’m just chillin
when i’m riding through the a i’m just chillin
windows down seat back i’m just chillin
music loud , smoking loud i’m just chilling
i’m just chilling (x3)

[verse 1]
cold nights, smokin in them dirty stair cases
busted air ones, with the dirty shoe laces
watch ya money, u should never trust two faces
k!ll time, never reach goals now that’s a grave shift

talking bout me like they got they life right
hoop dreams like lil bow wow in like mike
this ain’t a joke, u ain’t got hart go night night
beat the pussy up, till the morning fight night

all mah teachers knew that i was smart but misguided
everyday, called the telephone where i resided
send me home w mah report card n i would hide it
need a parent sig i had mah older sister sign it

patient w mah rap career i know this shit timeless
stupid mother fuckers talkin bringing down my highness
ain’t no fronting over here, so you get the fuck behind us
word to mother fucked cabrini hoes, st jeans, aquinas

[hook]

[verse 2]
laid back, keep the driver seat way back
str8 facts, i’m working cuz i need that maybach
that double r, two door su woo floor
them bl–dy seats, i’m pitbull, u poodle dog

yo rundown , why u never got ya degree?
same mother fuckas asking gon be workin for me
i’m in that small percent of people working toward they dreams
u diss a stripper but u on the gram twerking for free

t-ss just backwards, baby t-ss word, say u gon slap her did you @ her
bet u got ya best fried to go add her, u mad cuz she got more n make it faster

stop being lazy b-tch get ya -ss up, turn ya book of life into another chapter
u don’t gtta pose or try to be a dancer, turn to lord because he know the answer

told all mah niggas that they better rack up, when we fuck these b-tches know we gtta wrap up
push these fuccin records ain’t no fuckin back up, ain’t no plan b i never needed back up

niggas think they winning but they better catch up, i present flame like u lit a matchup
people still sleep let em kno they nap up, who that there nigga nigga t-ss us

[hook]



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