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Treyvon Jerome Picot
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歌詞
**** chill, **** chill, **** chill, better mu'fucking chill
I understand you gotta lot of shit to speak bout'
Bitch don't get quite when shit get real
**** chill, **** chill, **** chill, better mu'fucking chill
I love you peoples they love me, boy don't get bodied
If it won't for them I'd get you killed
Its driving me crazy cause they was never solid
I that crazy for fucking what ya call it
She swallow my babies so I can't be the father
Put 4 lines of Codine inside a baby bottle
I told that boy it ain't no problem cause I did it on my own
Gotta stand on business don't do dealings on the phone
If I kill that boy tonight is the world gone think I'm wrong
Told my **** mask up cause we gotta make it home
You suppose to stand on ten I do the same, would expose you but I ain't gone say no name
Shit I'm drunk as fuck today I'm getting brain, Was my dawg but now I see you as a lame
And now they say I'm drinking for the pain, If you been threw this you would do the same
You really had me thinking I'm insane, but I'm still gone be myself I'll never change
**** chill, **** chill, **** chill, better mu'fucking chill
I understand you gotta lot of shit to speak bout'
Bitch don't get quite when shit get real
**** chill, **** chill, **** chill, better mu'fucking chill
I love you peoples they love me, boy don't get bodied
If it won't for them I'd get you killed
Written by: Treyvon Jerome Picot