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letra de chill out - jovy

“chill out”
[jovy, yung sav]
[hook 1x: jovy]
you an’t getting no money chill out! you wanna stunt chill out!
cause you with your girl chill out! keep it one hundred chill out!
you running your month chill out! you mean mugging chill out!
you ant got no hands chill out! you by yourself chill out!
you rocking yo chain chill out! but ant got no car chill out!
living with ya mama chill out! you think you hard chill out!
this ant your day chill out! i know where you stay chill out!
we can get it in anytime any
where we can shoot the fair
i don’t care!
[verse 1: jovy]
i’m a rallyboy to the day i die
i’m a buckeye, i’m so fly
i’m at your throat like a neck tie
like supports on stand bye
you need to chill out and that’s no lie
you running ya mouth, how do i reply
with a close fist, to give you shut eye
ya wake up and be c-ck eyed!
dead beat dads making noise chill out!
lock up to become a man chill out
she prefers her toys chill out
left you at home with your hands
you get mad at me go and go beat ya girl
she keep a mouth full of nuts just like a squirrel
go talk to her don’t talk to me
i’m a boss all day i’m busy
[hook]
[verse 2: yung sav]
made this rap sh-t my career,naw n-gga getting paid
music is the life i live, you probably wish that we can trade
filling a little better about decision that i made
now i’m in my lane conquering every aspect of the game
you ant in my shoes, you ant pay no dues
why you mad at me, i an t make the rules
you ant bringing heat, you ant in these streets
you don’t sound tough, n-gga you sound sweet
you don’t want to see me, it’s problems if you do
you don’t f-ck with me, and i don’t f-ck with you
if winning is a choice, we choosing not to lose
and everyday i’m freshman like my ninth year of school
bus town bully, northside n-gga
playing with a meal, i ant talking dinner
all you lose is time, when all you doing is winning
me and jovy taking over and we about to hurt they feelings
yea!
[hook]
[verse 3: jovy]
you b-tch made and you gossip
you scared to come out that closet
you hiding behind them statuses
you a check mark on my hit list
like tyga album, i’m careless, i promise to make this painless
like big sean i go it boi, i’m finally famous
you laugh first i laugh last
your mixtape was straight trash
bread on ya head like lunch meat
you need to back back like 4 feet
you by your self you so shook
i’ll disarrange ya facebook
you in the club straight trippin
i’m laid back slow sippin
[hook]

- jovy

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