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letra de chill out - lil boosie

“chill out”

[intro:]
alot of these n-gg-s aint ready ta be no gangsta so my word of advice to yall n-gg-s, chill out

[1st verse]
n-body hate me cause they love me.they know im thuggin i aint backin down from nothin i aint stuntin (patna). im from a real street whid real heat called gstreet, cross the trap we 50 deep how the thugs greet. bein n-gg-s from fat, skinny, ta thin n-gg-s chill out for you be up in that jail house mamas aint bring us up to be no gangstas, the hood got us all with anger hood got us all in danger. n-gg-s throwed on every coner bottle after bottle, another kidney gettin weak,from every swallow.thought he was gone kill one when he bust that choppa. he let it off and killed wohty, and all his patnas. now he locked up in a 6 man cell (gettin f-cked). when he touch down he a straight up gal.wan be a husla aint even got no street since.you dont deserve it anyway. aint from that durty anyway

[chorus]
its to late to be the dope man(chill out)
hoes love you till you broke man (chill out)
watch ya friends real close man (chill out)
they give you life up in court lil n-gg- chill out

[2nd verse:]
you wanna life sentence?(think about it) you wanna get put on lockdown were you cant write n-gg-s? you wanna get threw onthat wrong line to fight n-gg-s? you wanna get 20 to life come home stressin on that pipe n-gg-? if u wanna be a rapper u gotta b dedicated(see mee)n-gg- couldnt tell boosie sh-t thats how lil boosie made it nigguhhh chill out, take dat grill out yo mouth, go and sell it fo 300 go get a half a oz(haaha)money talk, bullsh-t walk a thousand milles ho’s go say dey love a n-gg- but dey love da shinee so many n-gg-s want my shine so i keep a 9, if im stressin i need purple 2 ease my miiind u dont know bout taken losses you dont know bout throwin crosses u dont no bout communicatin wit bosses u got yo gold in yo mouth and got yo pistol now aint n-body done ya nutin but, u a killa now

[chorus
its to late to be the dope man (chill out)
hoes love you till you broke man (chill out)
watch ya friends real close man (chill out)
they give you life up in court lil n-gg- chill out

[3rd verse:]
u aint tired n-gg-? u cant c dat yo momma eyes aint dried yet?(look at em) you get caught on dat ride u gone be quiet(g code!) u got dat pistol u ready for that fire play where ya mind at? u got screws in ya head u aint r-t-rded in a r-t-rded way but i guess u thuggin so u betta be bout that pistol play donkey chill out, eva since he been out laughin lookin happy his lil cuz takin ova the south but all the boys already thuggin, will it come back to haunt him, come back on our baby mommas me? im mister 106, cant f-ck wit no b-tch tryna chill my -ss out lil boosie on that otha sh-t shoulda told glen 2 chill out and slow his roll, but i told him to go get laptops and 44’s forgive me god my heart wuz cold real gangstas dont see 25 wut i was told

- lil boosie

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