Chill
Young Dolph, Key Glock
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Let the band play Yeah Yeah Uh Love get you killed (ayy) Hustlin' get you mills (ayy) Hate, I can't feel (ayy) Franklin on my bills (ayy) Pints come with seals (ayy) Bitches love pills (ayy) You call me too many times back-to-back, bitch, chill (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up) Her head super sloppy (damn) My wrist super rocky (damn) Pull up like, "What's poppin'?" (damn) SRT slidin' (damn) And the trunk knockin' (damn) Coffee cup, no coffee (damn) They want me in a coffin (damn) But I just keep on ballin' (damn) I just keep on ballin' (damn) I just keep on ballin' (damn) They watch me and they copy (damn) Nine-eleven topless (damn) Always shoppin' (damn) Told her bring it back, replay like a disc jockey (Bring it back) Love get you killed (ayy) Hustlin' get you mills (ayy) Hate, I can't feel (ayy) Franklin on my bills (ayy) Pints come with seals (ayy) Bitches love pills (ayy) You call me too many times back-to-back, bitch, chill (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up) Hold up, bitch, wait (damn) A pimp eatin' steak (damn) First of all, don't blow up my phone Bitch, you outta place (damn) Never chased a bitch Too busy makin' deposits at Chase (damn) Light my blunt and skate (skrrt) Never asked for nothin' Where I'm from, we like to take (damn) Ridin' the coupe down Alison Made a left on Airways (damn) Pulled up at the Dixie Queen And got a milkshake (damn) Dolph, remember you used to serve me back in the day? (damn) You used to f*ck with my cousin Tiffany from The Haven (damn) Big booty Tiffany, bruh, you moved her to Cartersville (damn) She said she used to get three boxes a week just where she lived (damn) Ay, gimme my food, nigga, I'm gone (I'm gone, bruh) F*ck wrong with this nigga? He trippin' (damn) He called this stupid ass bitch my hoe, been out here tellin' my business (damn) Nigga, you dumb as hell, what you mean? Did you love her? Nah Did you f*ck her (nah) You made six hundred bands just off that bitch in one summer Damn, you right, hell yeah I love her, ha, hey I'll f*ck around and call Tiffany, give her a hundred (a hundo) Just because I'm that real, nigga, it ain't nothin' (nothin') At least she ain't tell a f*ck nigga that she was fuckin' (ha) Luckily, the man upstairs, yeah, he really love me (on God) Yeah, I'ma keep it real, that shit coulda got ugly (on God) But it didn't, bitch, so I'm in the hood stuntin' (ayy) Love get you killed (ayy) Hustlin' get you mills (ayy) Hate, I can't feel (ayy) Franklin on my bills (ayy) Pints come with seals (ayy) Bitches love pills (ayy) You call me too many times back-to-back, bitch, chill (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
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Written by: Adolph R Thornton, Krishon Obrien Gaines
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