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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chillinit
Chillinit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blake Turnell
Blake Turnell
Composer
Trooh Hippi
Trooh Hippi
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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nerve
Nerve
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Lyrics

I didn't give a fuck, i just rapped it Shoutout Riley You want a turn up you get it I ain't really love you baby, girl I wish you well And you can tell my exes I'ma see that bitch in hell I was smoking on that, get you higher off the smell I said this is just my story that I never get to tell, tell I ain't really love you baby, girl I wish you well And you can tell my exes I'ma see that bitch in hell I was smoking on that, get you higher off the smell I said this is just my story that I never get to tell Tell my brother with the plug put Australia on the map Doing shows up on the road with the scales and the packs Rolling deep with all my bros I ain't fucking with no jacks If you weigh my ounces low then I'll Send my brothers back, back, back, back Why you talking like you fake? Why you talking like you know me why you tryna call me Blake Why you talking like my homie when I know that you a snake But it's clear you is phoney get the fuck up out my face I ain't really love you baby, girl I wish you well And you can tell my exes I'ma see that bitch in hell I was smoking on that, get you higher off the smell I said this is just my story that I never get to tell I ain't really love you baby, girl I wish you well And you can tell my exes I'ma see that bitch in hell I was smoking on that, get you higher off the smell I said this is just my story that I Never get to tell tell tell (tell, tell, tell) 'Cause I got the Kush The man with the buds I'm trying to push, that Blueberry Yum Everyone talk but nobody walk It's better you run I kept it raw said fuck to the law I dont give a fuck Officer, why you getting mad 'cause I pass the weed? Officer, I don't see no badge, why you after me? Officer, tryna search my bag, now she's asking please? Officer, hands up on my car, make it hard to breathe, breathe? Ayy, we should just get high We should sleep all day Pretty mama we don't lie, pretty mama we don't play Baby tell me where you lie, baby tell me where you stay I got bitches on my line, I got bitches everyday I just want to fly up out the hood She says she's down with rappers so she fucks me like she should Everybody want to talk, take a shot I wish you would Everybody want to talk, I'm too busy smoking good Do it for my fam, I do it for my blood I'm tryna to get some money, you tryna to get some drugs I do it for my fam, I do it for my blood 'Cause my brother had my back way before all you cunts So I never gave a fuck So I never gave a fuck, fuck, fuck So I never gave a fuck So I never gave a fuck The funniest part is I'm the happiest, chillest dude
Writer(s): Blake James Turnell, Sujon Ahmed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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