Corrección Letra Chill Bill (Remix) par Denzel Curry

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Dun, dun, da-da-dun
Water, ah, huh
Mwah!

Rob $tone, two damn phones, babylons can't crack the code (no)
Used to sip out styrofoam but figured I should stick to dro (Weed!)
Backwoods overload, don't like to smoke them Swishers, ho
If you hit my liquor store, it's 50 cents for single Ports

Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
I said, "Baby just buy Dutches 'cause you can't smoke for free
I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji"
She said, "You need a job", b*t*h, f**k a job, I still get cheese

Two cell phones, Mr. Mothaf**k A Thot
Mr. I Be On That Block, 1207, f**k an opp
They hear my name, they see my squad, rollin dope up on the spot
I'm with your b*t*h, she on my jock, ain't got no time to love a thot
Got n***as mad my flow so hot, got n***as mad my squad won't stop
We in the gamе, won't take no loss, I'm sippin' water out the Voss
Got lеan all in my f**kin' Sprite, turnin' up on f**kin' sight
Mr. Kenny Powers 'bout to take your girlfriend home tonight, b*t*h
And I'm smokin' on that widow when you see it out the window
Got a dusty old tee, lookin' bummy, leave it simple
Growin' up, I was always in the middle
So I gotta hold it down for my older and my little
And my brothers beside me, so f**k it, we mobbin' deep
Always grimy, no findin' me, but I be in LG
If your lil' f**kboy lame a** wanna creep
I live by the lemon 'cause that f**ker chose me

Yeah, yeah, Big Baby
She all on me cause my d**k crazy
Black, dark Patrick Swayze
Feel like I am in the mid-80s
Cause I am a real rockstar
Really did a song with Neil Young
Day ones hit the block hard
The block is where I get these pills from, yah, yeah
I don't even know just how I ended up here
I mean I got here from the grind, but how I get in this chair?
I mean I only popped a Xan and drank some liquor and beer
You say you couldn't understand me cause I'm not speakin' clear
I be gettin' pu**y in zombie mode (Mode)
The reason is because I don't recall it, yo (Yo)
I woke up wishing that she'd call me though (Yo)
Only thing that I remember is she slide me slow
Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed (What?)
I said, "Baby, just buy dutches cause you can't smoke for free"
I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji
She said you need a job, b*t*h f**k a job I still get cheese

Super high, you just might need a receiver
Sativa, two liters, I might need a re-up
I'm dorky, I'm geeked up, 3 phones and a beeper, bust it
Still couldn't reach me without the antenna
Eyes open wide, that is my panorama
Panoramic view, and the scene is so beautiful
Blowin' Os, that's a hula hoop, beat the pu**y like Fruity Loops
I'm the realest n***a ever, it's a fact cause I'm livin' proof
Now I'm high, I'm really high, I feel my face is numbing
Feeling that I'm born again, I am the second coming
Simon says get out my head
That's what my thoughts would tell me
Now the mockingbird is dead, my memories would tell me

I'm the f**kin' Fresh Prince, yeah
But right now I'm Ill Bill (Yeah)
Akon, I still kill
Burnin' these hundreds like lil' bills (Yeah)
My life is cold
I think about it and feel chills
My dogs is hungry for big meals (My dogs is hungry)
I just count money and peel seals (Yeah)
Pour up a pint
Roll me one nice cause I'm wavy, no gills here (Ayy!)
What it look like? (What it look like?)
I'm gettin' love from the hood cause I'm still there (Yeah)
When I get right on the charts like I live there
N***as be old news and act like we still care
She wanna ride me like steerin' wheel (Yeah)
Girl, it's the morning, you still here?
I thought I told you I'm good on these hoes (I thought I told you)
I just need money to get me some more
Callin' my plug like, "Ayy what it hit for?"
Been on my grind even when I was broke (Yeah, yeah)
From the corners, hell yeah that's for sure (Yeah that's for sure)
We up, n***as, never been here before
Ain't no limits when you kick in the door (Kick in the door)
Damn, she said I'm chill, yeah I know
Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed (What?)
I said, "Baby, just buy dutches cause you can't smoke for free"
I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji
She said you need a job, b*t*h, f**k a job, I still get cheese

I be on it all day
Like Big Boi and Andre
Smoking on that kill bill
That sh*t keep me high for days
Treat a b*t*h like Postmates pull up
Paint her face then vacate
Spending money LA, California vacay

Ay, gold flakes on my steaks
Vodka in my Perrier
I don't have no table manners
I'm a savage every day
I don't cry but I smoke onions
I f**k b*t*hes up at Runyon
My squad just bought machine guns
In case you haters up to something, boom
Woah, woah, dude wait
The crib looking like SoHo UK
Big budget finna ball like 2k
I got a boutique in my closet
Big booty b*t*h making me coffee
And the crib speakers only play vinyl
I got the Fugees killin' me softly
Gold chains on my d**k
Feeling like 2Pac in this b*t*h
Feeling like Scarface in this tub
Feeling like Snoop Dogg smoking this nug
Tatted from the toes up looking like a thug
Eyes all red, got 'em looking like blood
Take a p*ss test, it'll look like drugs
If I take a p*ss test, it'll look like drugs

I be on it all day
Like Big Boi and Andre
Smoking on that kill bill
That sh*t keep me high for days
Treat a b*t*h like Postmates pull up
Paint her face then vacate
Spending money LA, California vacay

I got hoes in Venice
And that pu**y water
I am from the land
Meet my n***a on water
I got hoes in Georgia
And that pu**y gorgeous
I'm a f**king savage
Might slaughter your daughter
Ho, I'm God's son
I wanna be my father

I am on a higher level, cloud 9 and one
Holy moley, slow your rolly
I'm hot b*t*h, cut the fan on
I should put some Vans on
Make Dane tell me damn dog
Doobie stogies I be burning
I smell like I was burning
My b*t*h look like she could be Spanish
Every time we f**k I f**kin' vanish
Peter Pan Neverlanding
The heater man, blam the cannon
Bring it back like DJ Cannon
Save the drama, baby momma
Cause I am not the baby father
By the way I know he hate me probably
I'm just bending corners
Placing pickup orders
Banging at my door, yeah
It makes me grip the .40
I should drink a 40
I rather you ignore me
I'm just bending corners
Placing pickup orders

I be on it all day
Like Big Boi and Andre
Smoking on that kill bill
That sh*t keep me high for days
Treat a b*t*h like Postmates pull up
Paint her face then vacate
Spending money LA, California vacay

Queezy be writing this in my bedroom while you sleep
DJ DDawg is dead b*t*h go cry, and sit, and weep
I don’t give a f**k b*t*h, hit 1000, still no cheese
Threw in the other boys on this track, b*t*h, let me be
I need these gla**es so I can see your girls pu**y
Not really, I just wanna sit back and smoke some weed
“Mind of a Stoner” listen everyday, on day 3
I really need these lenses so I can see
Your girl be hanging out put me in her clea-
Vage, boy who is you?
Please get the f**k out the room
Lost my girl in NJ, gone too soon
My boys cheated on him, she gone too

Alright f**k this
This songs dead at this point
Let it be
I’m done

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