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letra de no chill - john john da don

[intro]
i don’t bite my tongue for no f-cking body
wasn’t doin’ it then
not gon’ do it now
shruglife

[verse 1:]
all my hoes g-y but my money straight
hol’ up, i make em c-m on time but i be runnin’ late
i put my d-ck so deep it made her tummy ache
this is for my trap n-gg-s that be runnin’ weight
they keep the powder on top like a funnel cake
they got the pedal to the metal and don’t wanna brake
’cause you never know if you live to see another day
so i live life like i only got a minute left (minute left)
how you ready for the game ain’t even scrimmage yet? (stupid)
why the only time i see you is on the internet?
son, ya story got more holes in it than a fisher net
ready for breakfast ain’t even had dinner yet (hungry n-gg-)
nike, love how i stay with a check (money, n-gg-)
pull and push up on a n-gg- set (you’s a funny n-gg-)
just to double them n-gg-s reps, watch how a n-gg- flex
two things i never seen (what?)
a n-gg- like me and a b-tch that i need (okay)
my face card is good, i don’t need no id
we could battle, dej loaf, or n-body try me, please
don’t make a n-gg- beg, word to my n-gg- craig
i’ll crack a n-gg- egg
can’t tell you what it is (naw)
the cans is so f-ckin’ big. they look like we grippin kegs

[hook]
chill
i ain’t got no chill, so there will be no chill
naw. i cash out on everything, i don’t want no bills
duh. always been a hotboy, what the f-ck you mean chill?
i ain’t got no chill. n-gg- you chill, forreal

i do me, f-ck how you feel (and i’mma always keep it real)
it ain’t no point to saying chill (i swear i don’t know how to chill)
i don’t care if you forreal (could give a f-ck if you forreal)
i’m just gon’ laugh and do me still
(i’mma always do me, ‘lil n-gg- better chill)

i ain’t got no chill, so there will be no chill
naw. i cash out on everything, i don’t want no bills
duh. always been a hotboy, what the f-ck you mean chill?
i ain’t got no chill. n-gg- you chill, forreal

[verse 2:]
stop with the nonsense (stop it)
born in ’89, i been da don since
had ya wifey tryna deep throat the nine inch (choke on it)
now she leaving heart eyes on my comments
and she left her earrings on my nightstand (that’s hers)
why you think you wasn’t with her last night, fam? (huh)
she put on a show and really rocked the mic, fam (she did)
and brought a friend to back her up like a hype-man, had a n-gg- like d-mn
where did i find this hoe? (where?)
i’m ready to f-ck now its time to go (get out!)
we smoked a few grams and popped a few xans
them bars had us slugged like guatanamo (don’t let her mama know)
‘prolly was molly she drunk out that bottle though
but she don’t gotta know, shout out bill cosby though
crew like the pizza shop, we got a lotta dough
we’ll bring them rounds to your door like we domino’s
two things i never seen (what?)
me run from a fade and i dollar i hated (never)
money is money, no problem, i’ll take it
i’ll wait till i’m rich to yell mama i made it (we made it)
and that’s word to my n-gg- var(?) (that’s word)
i’ll spray up a n-gg- car (the curb)
and the gun is so f-ckin’ big (what?)
got a hole in like a guitar (okay)

- john john da don

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