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chilli
118
Hip-Hop/Rap
chilli was released on August 7, 2026 by Tan Cressida as a part of the album rappers suck.
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Release DateAugust 7, 2026
LabelTan Cressida
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cletus Strap
Cletus Strap
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matias Duplantier
Matias Duplantier
Lyrics
Maximillian Williams
Maximillian Williams
Composer
Cameron Williams
Cameron Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mad Max 4800
Mad Max 4800
Producer
Cam The Chef
Cam The Chef
Producer
Zeroh
Zeroh
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Uh
I'm in her crib, damn, I woke up with a hangover
Bloodshed, skin mold, need a lint roller
Baby girl turnt up when it get sober
You should really tap in, I'll support you
You can't do it all alone, I tried to
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
Bad guy in acoustics, 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
Looking at her now, like is it worth effort?
I acted on decisions when I could've chose better
I lie to myself, in my head's a court jester
He goes out in his final act, it's edgy
I could give advice 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 it'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 friends so bad, I'ma have to hit Keelan
The hoes up for a two man this evening
I pull one in the air, you would think I'm Korean
'Cause we had just stripped, smoking dope out peeping
**** so mad, they don't even have memes
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 mode
Catch 'em by the tail, I'm not finna play with you
Bleeding me again, I develop scar tissue
I grind too hard like I got car issues
None of these problems bigger than the program
Shorty getting tricked on by old man
She dance to my song, but he's not such a fan
He never wants to hear Cletus Strap shit again
He never wants to hear Cameron Chef anymore
He never wants to slap another Mad Max song
They despise real ****, it don't ever take long
I'll eat my cake too with the plates all gone
I love thick bitches, you could put some weight on
Take you where you wanna eat, I could get your ass drunk
Your ex so mad, he could tell I'm finna fuck
I don't gotta try hard, I know all these **** suck
Uh
I'm in her crib, damn, I woke up with a hangover
Bloodshed, skin mold, need a lint roller
Baby girl turnt up when it get sober
You should really tap in, I'll support you
You can't do it all alone, I tried to
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
Bad guy in acoustics, 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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