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Chill Phillipe

 

Chill Phillipe

(álbum: Internal Affairs - 2019)


June onna beat
June onna beat

Ayy, y'all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain't like that
Y'all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain't like that
I heard they popped blood in his ass, you know he ain't fire back
They took a chain off the boy neck, don't let him deny that
Ayy, y'all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain't like that
Y'all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain't like that
I heard they popped blood in his ass, you know he ain't fire back
They took a chain off the boy neck, don't let him deny that

G-O-D, these niggas feminine, I got like fifty inside of the cinnamon
Cowboys and the indians, I been around niggas, you ain't living it
Dude a fool with the toolies, that lil' nigga with me is an idiot
You do the fool for the media, look in the mirror, my nigga, you berious?
You knowing I'll fuck around with it, though, me and all the Nigerians
You the type that avoid smoke, and we both know, nigga, period
You the type that'll suck a dick to get a nigga on the song, period
If you ain't never split a backend, how you put me on? No, seriously
Niggas be killing me, they want me gone, it's hard to get rid of me
I'm running circles 'round blood, he finna quit rap 'cause of Timothy
Remember when they made the bitch turn her purse inside out in mutually
You was calling 'round, looking for a lil' sympathy, nigga, you shitting me?

Ayy, y'all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain't like that
Y'all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain't like that
I heard they popped blood in his ass, you know he ain't fire back
They took a chain off the boy neck, don't let him deny that
Ayy, y'all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain't like that
Y'all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain't like that
I heard they popped blood in his ass, you know he ain't fire back
They took a chain off the boy neck, don't let him deny that

All of this rah-rah on the internet, is you finished yet, nigga?
All of this Funk or Die and ain't nobody die, is it really that, nigga?
'Sup with the white flags on Fourth Ave? You a nice ass nigga
I think they hating on the fella fella the way that I bypassed niggas
Chill, Phillipe, we know you ain't been on a drill, Phillipe
It's real, Phillipe, them shooters be shooting to kill, Phillipe
Ayy, Phillip never caught a body, I'm sure everybody'll vouch
We was at South by Southwest, the police was walking you 'round
I am the talk of the town, you see what these niggas be gossiping 'bout
Fuck your lil' car and your house, I bet you don't show us your dollar amount
Ayy, what is you hollering 'bout? We be popping out for it, boy
I put a human on this motherfucker, the met gon' swap me out for it, boy
Mob

Ayy, y'all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain't like that
Y'all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain't like that
I heard they popped blood in his ass, you know he ain't fire back
They took a chain off the boy neck, don't let him deny that
Ayy, y'all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain't like that
Y'all better tell blood be bool, we know he ain't like that
I heard they popped blood in his ass, you know he ain't fire back
They took a chain off the boy neck, don't let him deny that

Chill, Phillipe, we know you ain't been on a drill, Phillipe
It's real, Phillipe, them shooters be shooting to kill, Phillipe
Ayy, Phillip never caught a body, I'm sure everybody'll vouch
We was at South by Southwest, the police was walking you 'round

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