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lirik lagu chillinit - jdz media [road rage]

i get away in a fast car like tracy chapman
its my bar but i change my accent
f-ck my b-tch and i break the matress
escape the blackness, retrace the back steps

rap til the stage collapses
hugh tryna chase and jack men
i got the x men i dont wanna move and pack them
must rather use and rack them, ugh ugh!

weed in a grey mercedes
i’m cheeky like asian babies
everybody talk bout how they got the guns and drugs
but ain’t got none i came here to change the station be myself

you can’t be me
jump on wax and write tracks to beef me
dont talk smack if ya ironlaks graffiti
think back rewind that believe me

easy, twenty minutes after four
cops rock and we all stop last resort
young adlar jumps on the backyard
throws up 420 fam on the guardy door

i k!lled satan, go ask the lord
find out what i ordered a casket for
throw frees online thats basketball
in a alley like oops, p-ss the ball

i could dunk these pills in a heartbeat
i just stacked 10 bills in my last week
if you wanna get sk!lls come ask me
got enough bars i could bar you a bar g

write you a bar but you couldn’t out bar me
underrated, in safaris
with the warfare, like gadafi
so there ain’t no mahatma ghandi!

i run the army, ten gs there abouts
cops askin my mum for my where abouts
tell em 420 fam til i wear it out
weighin 420 grams and i aired it out

ugh! adidas tracksuit nike top
and the brand new izzie on my ipod
and i’m still gettin dizzy on ny nights off
still gettin jiggy with a biddy and the lights off

coz emcees wanna touch my spot
tell an emcee he can f-ck right off
puff my pot, f-ck my thots
bare emcee he can f-ck right off

party we like to party
we ain’t no venga boys we bend the boys
i still dont surrender boys defending boys
i k!ll shots send deploy attention oi

i get the coins
heads f-cked up sesh to avenge the boys
deniro ya actor pretendin boy
need logies, dont act like ya know me

blow me, spit real from the dome lad
wake up winfields and a cone packed
i spit raw rapping for the throwback
then i make it triple -rg-sm on a kodak

i get jaw spasms from a c-ke bag
keep raw cabbage for a smoke patch
i roll in peace, rap gods got a hold of me
lord take me away, lord take me away
lord take me away……

the buds sweet like chilli thats red rock deli
so the bredda got the head shot ready for the head top ugh
claimin he rep the 420
but the meth rock makin him shake just like jelly

im a real one, i dont f-ck with ice
too smart for the shard or to f-ck my life
wanna go home stoned do the hundred type
and make money on roads while i f-ck my wife

she goes crazy, coz i f-cks her right
we make babies, yeah the blunts are nice
i feel wavy, yellow cup with ice
off chops this a h-lluva life

like, any second we could die now
prolly why im gettin high now
prolly why i keep the swisher on me
til im hittin chronic and i ride out

right now, off and off and on on long flights now
need to lie down, pressure on my mind swear to god sick of lies now
dont lie now, f-ck me f-ck me f-ck me real good this is my town
australia where ya mates are c-nts and we blaze it up 420 fam see what im bout

- lirik lagu chillinit

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