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lirik lagu birdman - chill

(hook)
i tried to tell a n-gg- chill
call him david, put the mess in the mada copperfield
for real, n-gg-s know the drill
mommy on that molly while she poppin up a pill
for real, tell that b-tch to chill
for real, tell that b-tch to chill
for real, n-gg- better chill
and if they don’t, just line em up
it’s perfect timin for the kill

(verse)
i don’t care about the money that your man make
i hit a homerun, now i’m runnin through my fan base
up the green from a garden to a landscape
sounds be the only lingo cops will never translate
they pull up, i pull out that thing and pop it
i ain’t f-ckin with no d-cks, i’m on h-lla ring bob it
i’m no davie but them ladies say the boys way be crockett
i’m the plug in the street and you a motherf-ckin socket
had to chill for a while but i’m welcomed back
was low key, how i’m underneath the welcome mat
now the b-tches see me in the forbes
so if i give you my number, like a finny you should call
you should tell your man to chill cuz you’re f-ckin with a dog
and he be firecracker flaming and you f-ckin with a ball
i got them crills on the street, got jahlil on the beat
only phantoms, ain’t no caddys when we roll out in them fleets

(verse)
wrist on chill
neck on chill
hoes all up in my grill
i cop a feel then i tell that b-tch to chill
hop behind the wheel and get back to chasin that mill
ok, big black zonin, on sh-t pumpin
beef is like a car, to start it i push a b-tton
and it’s over when it’s over with
i don’t know if you noticed it
but i just got my weight up b-tch, i’m getting checks and bonuses
pull up in the covers with, yea i see you lookin
as you should, come and get this wood, yea that getting dough
g shot wrist, reebok kicks
my n-gg-s f-ck the place u, king kong sh-t
she back and forth on my b-lls, ping-pong b-tch
she playin house with my ding dong, i’m playin ding dong ditch
her bar is too ill, way too trill
if that’s yo girl actin up, tell that b-tch to chill
for real

(verse)
yea, yall know
when i come through and i lock it
so much bread i should attach a laundry basket to my pocket
you ain’t really knowin, ready for the lesson?
see me whippin a boeing, 7-47
see the wrist be glowin til i’m shinin like a misfit
spark with n-gg- cascade, dish washing liquid
bread up in the palasades, mansion into stash house
wilin in the club while b-tches dancing with they -ss out
mossberg military in case n-gg-s act out
on em like a click over traded n-gg-s blacked out
why oh why oh why n-gg-?
you don’t wanna try it
see my n-gg-s squeezing til they finger muzzle getting tired n-gg-
finish with the c-ke i watch it rattle through the waffa
like a kid cooked the c-ke up in a f-ckin pressure cooker
the i quickly count the profit, cop another castle key
cook until they want a n-gg- on their cooking channel
you know my style, you see the way i sip up
at 10 thousand a bottle, sh-t you know my n-gg-s grip up
i’m on that raise the throttle sh-t, you know i got the hulk
go ahead and f-ckin gobble b-tch, it’s simple like the pushup
rocket launcher swag b-tch, see how i’m propelling yall
taking over everything, i’m tired of telling yall
why you always talk, could give a f-ck what n-gg-s chat bout
keep applying the pressure until you n-gg-s tap out
now p-ss out

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