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shoreline mafia - no chill lyrics

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[intro: fenix flexin]
yeah (yeah)
hey, hey
hey (hey)
d-mn (d-mn)

[verse 1: fenix flexin]
fenix pop pills, d-mn, he got no chill
i just popped like 3 bars, d-mn, i’m so, so chill
i don’t know what’s going on, i’m just like, “oh, well”
n-gg-s actin’ ’bout that life, but they ain’t gone k!ll
most my n-gg-s on drugs, most them i don’t bail
most you n-gg-s go to school, they never seen no cell
most my n-gg-s keep a two, like yeah, we take no l’s
but we’ll take what’s in your pockets, boy, don’t come ’round here
swear it’s like a pop a xanny, then i got no feel
she like “n-gg-, don’t pull my weed, for you ain’t got no h-ll”
say you need a two for ten, then just pull up right here
this is wock up in my cup, fenix don’t drink no pill
yeah, hey, i get the guap and i run it (hey)
countin’ up nothin’ but hunnids (hey)
i could turn nothin’ to somethin’ (yeah)
with that lil’ b-tch when we run it (hey)
them xans, they turn me to a dummy (dummy)
i tried to quit, back up on it (on it)
yeah, put your feet back up on it
hit a lick on a two-liter bottle

[bridge: fenix flexin]
sorry, but the lean more important, just look at my shoes, they imported (ported)
you don’t got my money, just stalled it
that ho say she pregnant, abort it (d-mn)
okay, now i’m doin’ to much, but lil’ b-tch, i’ve been with the ashtray
crash the masi, now we up in the tesla, ah
i plot the pressure, n-gg-, don’t press us

[verse 2: ohgeesy & fenix flexin]
f-ck this flexin’ sh-t, let’s go and hit a lick
i know somebody who know somebody who say they got them bricks
n-gg-, you ain’t n-body, your block ain’t wet, so why you think you sick?
these n-gg-s n-body, you ain’t n-body, you move just like a b-tch (a b-tch)

[bridge: ohgeesy]
but i’m gon’ knock up on yo’ door (h-llo?)
you can’t even beep, i got my finger on the hole, (f-ck, who is it? ups, sir, and you have a package)

[verse 3: rob vicious]
b-tch, i’m rob vicious (f-ck n-gg-, let’s get this sh-t crackin’)
kick the door and up the pole, just tell me where it’s at
givin’ me a hard time, you get smacked with this gun
he say i got c-ke and weed and blackies in the back
i can sell this c-ke and weed, but i can’t sell this smack, ayy
this that mafia, so sh-t man, all we do is p-ss
flexin’ with a stack of cash, my youngins on your -ss
shout out to the notes, we robbin’ n-gg-s with no maps
i’m southside, you’re a forfeit, i can turn you to a lash



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