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chilli
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chilli fue lanzado el 7 de agosto de 2026 por Tan Cressida como parte del álbum rappers suck.
7 de agosto de 2026
Sello discográficoTan Cressida
IdiomaEnglish
BPM91
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía

Video musical

Video musical

Letra

[Chorus]
I'm in her crib, damn, I woke up with a hang over
Blood shed, skin molt, need a lint roller
Baby girl turnt up, wanna get sober
You should really tap in, I support you
You can't do it all alone, I've tried too
I'm no Sherlock, I catch clues
Her ass fat and got tattoos
We so chill, she see it's true
These guys not that, we see through
Glass ceiling ain't nothing but a theory
They got anacusis, didn't hear me
I was in a shit mood when I woke up
You tryna say it's my fault, it was both us
Fire place lit when the crib hit sixty
I don't have anemia, I just get chilly
[Verse 1]
I'm looking at it now, huh, is it worth effort?
I acted on decisions when I could have chose better
I laugh to myself, in my head's a court jester
He goes out in his final act, it's edgy
I could give a vice to you if you need one
Taking no advice, what can **** tell me?
If money make you, then there can't be no we
My eyes so red 'cause I smoke and don't sleep
And life is so fucked, guess that's how it's gon' be
You getting too struck seeing stars on the street
Prissy ass freaks, nice cars on E
Drugs so strong she could party all week
Her friend so bad I'ma have to hit Kelan
The hoes up for a two-man this evening
I put one in the air, you would think I'm Korean
'Cause we at jet strip smoking dope, out peeving
**** so mad they don't even have means
And shorty ass fat, it don't need to have jeans
She threw it so proper, it was better than a fling
Life imitate art, it's never what you think
Now it's pulling me apart, playing with my emo
Catch 'em by the toe, I'm not finna play with you
Bleeding me again, I developed scar tissue
I grind too hard like I got car issues
None of these problems bigger than the program
Shorty getting tricked on by a old man
She dance to my songs, but he's not such a fan
He never wants to hear Cletus Strap shit again
He never wants to hear Cam the Chef anymore
He never wants to slap another Madmax song
They despise real ****, it don't ever take long
I'd eat my cake too but the plate's all gone
I love thick bitches, you could put some weight on
Take you where you wanna eat, I can get yo' ass drunk
Your ex so mad, he can tell I'm finna fuck
I don't gotta try hard, I know all these **** suck
[Chorus]
I'm in her crib, damn, I woke up with a hangover
Blood shed, skin molt, need a lint roller
Baby girl turnt up, wanna get sober
You should really tap in, I support you
You can't do it all alone, I've tried too
I'm no Sherlock, I catch clues
Her ass fat and got tattoos
We so chill, she see it's true
These guys not that, we see through
Glass ceiling ain't nothing but a theory
They got anacusis, didn't hear me
I was in a shit mood when I woke up
You tryna say it's my fault, it was both us
Fireplace lit when the crib hit sixty
I don't have anemia, I just get chilly
Written by: Cameron Williams, Matias Duplantier, Maximillian Williams
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