Birdman - Chill Lyrics

(feat. Busta Rhymes, Reek Da Villain, J Doe)

Hook:
I tried to tell a nigga, "chill!"
Call him David, but that's a... Copperfield
For real, aha!
Niggas know the drill
Momma on that molly while she popping up a pill
For real, tell my bitch to chill!
For real, tell my bitch to chill!
For real, niggas better chill
And if they don't, just line em up,
It's perfect time for the kill!

Feeling?
I don't care about the money that your man make
I hit a homerun, now I'm running through my fan base, aroo!
Up to green from the garden to a landscape
Silence be the only lingo cops will never translate
They pull up, I pull up that thing and pop it
Ain't no fucking with no dicks, I'm on that...
I'm no David, but them ladies say the boys may be crooked
I'm the plug in the street and you're a motherfucking socket, ah!
Had to chill for a while but I'm welcomed back
Now the bitches see me in the Forbes
So if I give you my number, like a... you should call!
You should tell your man to chill, cause you're fucking with a dawg
He'll be fire, cracking, flaming and he's fucking with the ball
Got them.. on the street, got.. on the beat
Only Phantoms, ain't no Caddys when we roll out in the fleets, aroo!

Hook:
I tried to tell a nigga, "chill!"
Call him David, but that's a... Copperfield
For real, aha!
Niggas know the drill
Momma on that molly while she popping up a pill
For real, tell my bitch to chill!
For real, tell my bitch to chill!
For real, niggas better chill
And if they don't, just line em up,
It's perfect time for the kill!

OK! Wrist on chill,
Neck on chill, oh yeah
Hoes all up in my grill
I'm Copperfield and I tell that bitch to chill!
I'm behind the wheel and get back to chasing that meal
OK! Big black something, on shit pumping
Beef is like a car, just started, now push a button!
In the subway to South-West, I don't know if you noticed it
But I just got my way up bitch, I'm getting checks and bonuses!
Pulled up in the covers with, yeah, I see you're looking
Yeah, as you should, come and get this wood, yeah I give and go!
G shot wrist, we're about kicks
My niggas fuck with.. King Kong shit!
She back and forth on my balls
Ping pong bitch, she's playing hearts on my ding dong
I play the ding dong, bitch!
Her bar is too ill, way too trill
Oh, that's your girl acting up? Tell that bitch could chill!
For real!

Hook:
I tried to tell a nigga, "chill!"
Call him David, but that's a... Copperfield
For real, aha!
Niggas know the drill
Momma on that molly while she popping up a pill
For real, tell my bitch to chill!
For real, tell my bitch to chill!
For real, niggas better chill
And if they don't, just line em up,
It's perfect time for the kill!

Yeah, you all know!
When I come through and I lock it,
So much bread I should attach a laundry basket to my pocket!
You ain't really knowing (knowing)! Ready for the lesson?
See me whipping a Boeing, 7-47, oh
See the wrist be glowing til I'm shining like a misfit
Spark with nigga cascade, dish washing liquid
Bread up in the palasades, mansion into stash house
While I'm in the club, my bitches dancing with they ass out.
... military in case niggas act out
Want them like a click over traded niggas blacked out
Why oh why oh why, nigga, you don't wanna try it?
See my niggas squeezing til they finger muzzle getting tired, nigga
Finish with the coke I watch it rattle through the..
Like a kid cooked the coke up in a fucking pressure cooker
The I quickly count the profit, cop another castle key
Cook until they want a nigga on their cooking channel!
You know my style (aha), you see the way I sip up
At ten thousand a bottle, shit you know my niggas grip up
I'm on that... shit, you know I got the hulk, aha
Go ahead and fucking gobble bitch, it's simple like the push-up
Rocket launcher swag bitch, see how I'm propelling y'all
Taking over everything, I'm tired of telling y'all
Why you always talk, could give a fuck what niggas chat about
Keep applying the pressure until you niggas tap out
Now pass out!

Hook:
I tried to tell a nigga, "chill!"
Call him David, but that's a... Copperfield
For real, aha!
Niggas know the drill
Momma on that molly while she popping up a pill
For real, tell my bitch to chill!
For real, tell my bitch to chill!
For real, niggas better chill
And if they don't, just line em up,
It's perfect time for the kill!
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