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Chillinit

Blake James Turnell (born 1993), known professionally as Chillinit ( CHIL-in-it; stylised as ChillinIT), is an Australian rapper and musician. He is from Sydney, New South Wales and released his debut studio album Women Weed & Wordplay in October 2018. more »

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Rah
The Octagon
Remember that Andre 3000 track? 
Chill, chill
"Hey Ya," or some shit, that was the shit back in the day
We should use it for the chorus, maybe
420 Fam
Try this right here, check

Hey ya (230 pounds of marijuana)
Hey ya (along more than 150,000 dollars in cash)
Hey ya (but guess what, that's not all, also, take a look)
Hey ya (a 55,000 dollar watch)

Rah, hey ya, I'm an outcast and I spray bar
I was 6 feet deep with the roses and flows
I was gettin' head stoned like graveyards
I'm offside with the ball in a box
And all my brahs ill like Neymar
Not Yoda, but the girl bent back like yoga
The drug's like poker
f*ck your Friday and pills on a rainbow
Psycho drama, but I'm not Dave, though
Fuego, gettin' 'em high like all night
With a freak little thing on the right from Barbados
Rah, chill the f*ck out peso
Snoop Dogg lifestyle then I lay low
Rap shit is a war of the words
And my words are gods of the war like Kratos
I'm in a blacked out Mazda
Bad bitch that I met on Insta
In the club with a bottle of bub'
So yeah, I might go 50 Cent, I might pimp her
Might chop ya trees and yell timber
I might just swipe your shit, but not Tinder
I might say babysit, I might kid ya
I might Will Smith your bitch and then switch her
Rah, facts, still got bud, no love for the Jack's
Still blow sets from the front to the back
With the fam 'til the death and bud that I pack
Money and the raps both backflip
Got 55 grand in the mattress
Can't catch this
I just got three birds in a row and I called it a hat trick

Hey ya (230 pounds of marijuana)
Hey ya (along more than 150,000 dollars in cash)
Hey ya (but guess what, that's not all, also, take a look)
Hey ya (a 55,000 dollar watch)

I said, "Quick figures pay less
Quick pay for the six figure pay check"
Zip pays that'll strip from my babe dress, fine 
'Cause I got a little drugs and I take less
We just do a little more then we say less
Money doubles on the budget through the day stressed
Wanna f*ck, she don't know my name yet
That's just how the fame gets, word
Dot ball, got it in a mixed batch
Have a long hard shot, might six that
Run out on a war like Steve and I hit that
Hit 'em with a Cro Cop kick back
Coke for coke 'til I comatose
Then go flow for flow while I go for throats
And I might go for broke 'til I overdose 
And brudda catch my drift like Tokyo
I'm in a blacked out van
With a bad little queen in the back that I dust off
Jake Tyler, the boy backed down
In the background like I'm at a packed out bus stop
One-two, I kick it like kung fu
Come through with a one-point-two in the glovebox
Back down from the track down 
Let it slap now, wanna chat? 
Your whole crew can f*ck off
Rah, f*ck off, fucked your girl twice in bed
Then duck off
Why you on my dick, then suck off
I said it once more, brah, f*ck off
Rah, f*ck off, fucked your girl twice in bed
Then duck off
Why you on my dick, then suck off
I said it once more, brah, f*ck off

Hey ya (I told you cunts, bro)
Hey ya (I said it before, man, I don't know how many more times
I gotta say it, f*ck off, man)
Hey ya (I'm livin' my best life
I'm good, bro, money good, get yours)
Hey ya (you know what? f*ck it)
Hey ya
Hey ya, hey

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