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Chill Bill

Rob Stonehuatong
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Rob $tone, two damn phones Babylons can't crack the code

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", bitch, f**k a job, I still get cheese

Two cell phones, Mr. Mothaf**k-A-Thot

Mr. I-Be-On-That-Block, 12-07 f**k an op

They hear my name, they see my squad

Rolling dope up on the spot

I'm with your bitch, she on my jock

Ain't got no time to love a thot

Got niggas mad, my flow so hot

Got niggas mad, my squad won't stop

I'm sippin' water out the Voss

Turnin' up on f**kin' sight

Mr. Kenny Powers

Bout to take your girlfriend home tonight, bitch

And I'm smokin' on that widow when you see it out the window

Got a dusty old tee, lookin' bummy, leave it simple

So I gotta hold it down for my older and my little

And my brothas beside me so f**k it we mobbin' deep

If your lil' f**kboy lame ass wanna creep

I live by the lemon 'cause that f**ka chose me

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", bitch, f**k a job, I still get cheese

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Chill Bill oleh Rob Stone - Lirik dan Liputan