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letra de chill - young dolph

[intro]
let the band play
yeah
yeah
alright

[chorus]
love get you k!lled (ayy)
hustlin’ get you mills (ayy)
hate, i can’t feel (ayy)
franklin on my bills (ayy)
pints come with seals (ayy)
b-tches love pills (ayy)
you call me too many times back-to-back, b-tch, chill
(hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)

[verse 1]
her head super sloppy (d-mn)
my wrist super rocky (d-mn)
pull up like, “what’s poppin’?” (d-mn)
yes, i teach slidin’ (d-mn)
and the trunk knockin’ (d-mn)
coffee cup, no coffee (d-mn)
they want me in a coffin (d-mn)
but i just keep on ballin’ (d-mn)
i just keep on ballin’ (d-mn)
i just keep on ballin’ (d-mn)
they watch me and they copy (d-mn)
nine-eleven topless (d-mn)
always shoppin’ (d-mn)
told her bring it back, replay like a disc jockey
(bring it back)

[verse 2]
hold up, b-tch, wait (d-mn)
a pimp eatin steak (d-mn)
first of all, don’t blow up my phone
b-tch, you outta place (d-mn)
never chased a b-tch
too busy makin’ deposits at chase (d-mn)
light my blunt and skate (skrrt)
never asked for nothin’
where i’m from, we liked to take (d-mn)
ridin’ the coupe down alison
made a left on airways (d-mn)
pulled up at the dixie queen
and got a milkshake (d-mn)
dolph, remember you used to serve me back in the day? (d-mn)
you used to f-ck with my cousin tiffany from the haven (d-mn)
big booty tiffany, bruh, you moved her to cartersville (d-mn)
she said she used to get three boxes a week just where she lived (d-mn)
ay, gimme my food, n-gg-, i’m gone (i’m gone, bruh)
f-ck wrong with this n-gg-? he trippin’ (d-mn)
he called this stupid -ss b-tch my ho, been out here tellin’ my business (d-mn)
n-gg-, you dumb as h-ll, what you mean?
did you love her? nah
did you f-ck her (nah)
you made six hundred bands just off that b-tch in one summer
d-mn, you right, h-ll yeah i love her, ha, hey
i’ll f-ck around and call tiffany, give her a hundred (a hundo)
just because i’m that real, n-gg-, it ain’t nothin’ (nothin’)
at least she ain’t tell a f-ck n-gg- that she was f-ckin’ (ha)
luckily, the man upstairs, yeah, he really love me (on god)
yeah, i’ma keep it real, that sh-t coulda got ugly (on god)
but it didn’t, b-tch, so i’m in the hood stuntin’ (ayy)

- young dolph

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