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Troy Ave - Chillin lyrics
[Hook] x 2
Im just ridin on some chillin shit
With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit
And weve been drinkin so we kinda hit
But Ima smoke just a little bit
Tink top on with my big chain
Riding through my city numb bit a chief thang
Money in my pockets shit Im getting checks
Just got a text, ran my pussy wet
20 minutes later, hood bad and select
She a bad little bitch but I dont eat up, never
Go and get a bottle from the
Slow sippin if Im trippin Ima hit it raw
Grand papers filled with the weed, smoke that
Now I got the feeling that I need
Im feeling her and she feellin me, come on
But feeling loves for the suckers be
We could fuck if we both agree
And if I spill enough, she gonn eat the peas, you do that
I double up, for the mornin after
And Im a real nigga, double on tantrum
[Hook] x 2
Im just ridin on some chillin shit
With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit
And weve been drinkin so we kinda hit
But Ima smoke just a little bit
Still ridin in the backseat, listenin to mac be
Thousand dollar belt, buckle holdin up my cachis
It aint nothing, I aint ballin, Im just playing round
Kinda wish my bitch stayed around
Still runnin slow when I smoke a mind drough
Still keep it low from the fuckin 5o
Still aint got a penny for any of these hoes
Still getting shows, still getting throwed
Still let a bitch suck my dick while Im on the mike
Still call that hoe a fiend cause she on the pipeTroy Ave - Chillin - http://motolyrics.com/troy-ave/chillin-lyrics.html
And then mom still tell me I aint talkin right
Still bring my homies with me when Im on a flight
I aint chillin on the ave, shout to rally or smash
Still chillin with some bitches, watchin belly smokin hash
For the oprah cash, were fuckin by the badge
Till the spazz going fast, 120 on the dash
Throw some rap, that aint shit, man thats easy to me
Its funny cause its money like jesus to me
How would be, my bitch japanese,
Shout to french montana still Im mac with cheese
[Hook] x 2
Im just ridin on some chillin shit
With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit
And weve been drinkin so we kinda hit
But Ima smoke just a little bit
Nigga, in the hood and Im kinda heavy
I just bought a 2 pack now the
Ideal, its slick talk fucked up birds
First of the month gone by the 3rd yes sir
If you dont hustle, then you wont relate
Bricks in my backpack, niggas on it late
Powder, its all good, niggas only cake
On my way about the hood, niggas show me hate
I need that, believe that
Fuel to my fire, fire up the weed at
Alright, alright, pack loud than a motherfucker
Im ballin hard baby act
In the bare jays, and a pair of shades
Got the club going crazy and Im center stage
Puttin on for my city, got a bunch of fly niggas
And my real niggas with me
[Hook] x 2
Im just ridin on some chillin shit
With a bad little joint, feelin good and shit
And weve been drinkin so we kinda hit
But Ima smoke just a little bit
