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I Be Chillin (Explicit) - Nardo Wick
Lyrics by：Horace Walls/Collin Michael Wetzel/John Lam
Composed by：Horace Walls/Collin Michael Wetzel/John Lam
I don't really too much f**k with n***as
I be chillin' I be chillin'
Checkin' s**t and doin' hits that how we make a killin'
I put it on my granny we sent n***as past the ceiling
N***a you was stealing I was robbing it's a difference
She feeling on my lap she like d**n daddy you hard
No baby you trippin' that's that glicky in my pocket
Every time I take attendance on they block they absent
This choppa hit from Russia when I shoot you hear the accent
LRG and Levi jeans was rocking that way back then
Now I rock Amiri jeans I upgraded my fashion
Mut I'm a mut I'm a mut mut dog
She grope me up with sloppy
She's a slut slut slut she's a
Not a plain jane this a bust-bust this a bust-bust
All that talking hit his top and make him hush-hush
All these n***as b***hes I don't fеar nuh man
I mean Nardo Wolverine I keep steal in my hand
Likе it's foil in my jeans I keep tin in my pants
Like it's strippers on my jewelry all these diamonds on me dance
They say I'm too nice to hoes
Off white I don't like to pose
Anti I don't like to post
White I don't like yellow gold
I'm from 32 double O
Got more sticks than double O
Just as Double-O-Seven tap it roll and win
Play with me you feel the breeze
Play with me you beat the scene
And don't say that n***a name unless it's after RIP
Pop him like a RIP
Pop him like a IP
Pop him like a M5
M5 two three
Shot 'em like a IV
Get yo b***h she like me
She said she wanna fight me
We all know what that means
For the ones that don't know
That means she wanna huh oh that mean
Baby wanna f**k
Baby wanna ahh ahh
Put it in her bah bah
Nut all on her ahh ahh
Then never call her bah bah
Nardo you the rogue boy
How I'm not Jamaican
Baby you the roguer you ate all of my children
Yo tongue is a babysitter yo stomach is a daycare
I don't really too much f**k wit n***as I be chillin'
Checkin' s**t and doin' hits that how we make a killin'
I put it on my granny we sent n***as past the ceiling
N***a you was stealing I was robbing it's a difference
She feeling on my lap she like d**n daddy you hard
No baby you trippin' that's that glicky in my pocket
Mut I'm a mut I'm a mut-mut dog
She grope me up with sloppy
She a slut slut slut she's a
Not a plain jane this a bust-bust this a bust-bust
All that talking hit his top and make him hush-hush
