Young Dre

Young Dre - Chillin' songtekst

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Hello, hello, hello, the weed I got is yellow
Her booty look like jello and I'm such a lovely fellow
If she down to fuck I'm down to fuck, got that weed on lock up
A nigga like me stay high as fuck, and she gonna ride up
So... stand right, you know she gonna hop in
On my neck like a blizzard, word...
Before the nigga stick in... I should think twice
Cause just like a jamaican... I got something I can take a lot
So just chill, let's have a good time
Break a 20 dollar middle, you got 2 dimes
And the coolest nigga man we got 5 wines
And they jamaican so you know they gonna...
I smoke a lot of that... I drink a lot
But nigga, I'm not an alcoholic
I got rubber bands man motherfucker wallet
I'm running these... I hope the... don't call it
I'm chill my nigga just like an ice cube
Ain't no telling man what I might do
Your girl told me that she don't like you
That's why I'm not a nigga just like you

My nigga chill out, chill out, chill out, chill out
My nigga just chill out, chill out, chill out, chill out
My nigga just chill out, chill out, chill out, chill out
And it's 6 in the morning, and my niggas still out

Come on, I'm stunting hard, you niggas is fronting hard
I'm recognizing these haters, my... is gonna fall
My rhymes is wet, so is your girl
G spot touching, and now she gave me her word
I picture pussy when I'm drawing these haters... these haters
Now I chalk deuces... never regret
I'm like mister king but I ain't tell the speech yet
I told her drop it low and bring it back
Chill out, now give me that
Never act... keep your guard
We are on like we are, in the peace corp
Now they want more, she said she want more
Just chill, you fucking with 100 dollar bill
She say she pop pills, I pimp the 4 mill
I'm treal, got niggas scared don't test me
My shit shine like I rocks with my necklace

My nigga chill out, chill out, chill out, chill out
My nigga just chill out, chill out, chill out, chill out
My nigga just chill out, chill out, chill out, chill out
And it's 6 in the morning, and my nigga still out

Word, at times like these
When, money's low and hungry hoes roam around the streets
You just gotta chill out, chill out
Don't stress, just try to be the best man
And everything you do, stay true
Chill out, chill out, chill out, chill outa
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