| Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill
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| Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill
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| Go, please send me to the gates, I wanna go
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| Please send me to the gates, I want to go
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| Please send me to the gates, I wanna go
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| Please send me to the gates, I want to go
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| Bad bitch, need a manicure, I just fucked my manager
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| How she fuck me for the clout and suck me while I manage her?
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| Yeah, I might fuck her, she bluffin'
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| Yeah, put it inside of her stomach
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| Yeah, younger and younger, I’m stuntin'
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| Yeah, I call that Benjamin Button, woah
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| Spark the blunt up for my sins
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| My main bitch wanna fuck, I’m losing interest in her limbs
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| I got veins full of hate and I’ma drain it in a plate
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| I’ma throw that bitch the pipe and she gon' suck it 'til the painin' ache
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| Woah, get the fuck out of my face
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| Yeah, tell that ho, «Gimme some space»
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| Damn, I go blastin' with the 'K
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| Yeah, it’ll eat that nigga face
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| Yeah, baby just throwin' the cake
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| Yeah, she move the wood like a rake
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| Yeah, I took the bitch on a date
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| Yeah, she eat the cum off a plate
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| Mad bitches always talkin' 'bout the money
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| Mad niggas wanna flex it like they 'bout it and it’s funny
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| Don’t talk to me no kind of way, don’t flex on me no kind of way
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| Don’t ever raise your motherfuckin' voice to me no kind of way (Chill, chill,
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| chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill)
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| Call me Sir Syringe, I want your injection
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| Plus I want affection, finna teach her a lesson, sheesh
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| She riding my dick like she wan' rip my dagger off of me
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| She was on my Tumblr now she gaggin', CPR on me
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| Ayy, ayy, why she at the function busy looking for me?
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| Anywho, you will not get rid of me, terminal tumor
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| Let her say that I blew up her phone, nigga, that’s a rumor
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| She wanna be slutty, I’m the bigger one, you fuckin' loser
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| Yuh, I pop out my cage, no one fuckin' safe
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| Demons full of rage, never play, fuck what all them say
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| I came from the woods, makin' noise, finna fuck her face
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| She don’t like a weird boy, not until my dick done made her shake
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| Go, please send me to the gates, I wanna go
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| Please send me to the gates, I want to go
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| Please send me to the gates, I wanna go (Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill,
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| chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill)
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| Please send me to the gates, I want to go
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| Puttin' these plots into motion, oh, shit
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| Muddy like backwashin' oceans, potion
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| Portions, choke on your words like the Lord said
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| Filled with that mucus? |
| Well, gon' take that SUDAFED
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| Nobody got a crown, I’ll take it with your head
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| Boy, you don’t want to work, go to sleep, get to bed
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| I’ll rip your ears apart, 'Ric with the evil shred
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| Gates of the wicked are already bloody red
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| Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill
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| Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill |