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letra de chillin' - $iracha

[hook]
chilling in my room smoking loud, blowin’ clouds right now
i’m so high, can’t come down (can’t come down)
oh wow
i been working on my self, yeah i grown
these b-tches think they know, but i laugh cuz they don’t

[verse]
rollin on these clouds yeah this loud got me out like a light but it’s aight i’m okay anyway
i’mma whip this car, do the dash and we race
hit the gas, fly like sp-ce
but no crashing we okay
boolin with yung jay and ace, we leave no trace
ain’t afraid of nothing so don’t you come our way
and these beats produced by mesomorph, we got it made
heartbreakgang is up next, ion care what you say (i don’t care what you say, say)
i been grinding non stop, mother f-cker get the gwap
f-ck around do a swap, cop a pound of the loud
i’ma break it down, sell it out
no doubt, got that clout
after this i’mma f-ck yo b-tch, nah i’m kiddin
i’mma find my own, and give her good d-ckin
we gone f-ck around and then eat some good chicken
but these b-tches be playing, you know what i’m saying
they dawgin us out, like they don’t collar
they running round wild, you can bet i won’t call her
she a disgrace put that sh-t on my mama
she make so mad, and so sad, i won’t bother to fix her, f-ck this i won’t miss her
i’mma do me and just count up this paper
if you a lame then i won’t see you later
leave you in the dust cuz b-tches are traitors
don’t you ask me for sh-t once i’m rich ive made it

[bridge]

f-ck all the people who act like they gone be around
(ay, yuh)
forget all these b-tches who left me i turned it around
(ay, yuh)
now i’m doin this solo, not counting my bro bros
i’m racking it up and im stacking it up, all this practice is never enough
(no, no, never enough)
do it one time for my mother and sisters and brothers
shout out my homies from the valley know i f-ck with no others
(no i f-ck with no others)

i ain’t worried bout a b-tch matter fact i ain’t worried bout a thing
worrying bout sh-t is a broke n-gga thing
if i gotta problem i’mma just pull some strings
(i’mma pull some strings)

if you’re fake then don’t f-ck with me
i don’t wanna f-ck with you it’s clear to see
please just don’t come near me
please just leave me be

[hook]
chilling in my room smoking loud, blowin’ clouds right now
i’m so high, can’t come down
oh wow
i been working on my self, yeah i grown
these b-tches think they know, but i laugh cuz they don’t

- iracha

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