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Gods DonT Chill - текст песни



Gods Don'T Chill


Okay, I got nuttin' to say











We chiefin' laid back, loungin' like 3 pimps in the shade


Me, Murph we take a pair we at it again


Well ok, you should have nuttin' to say


We guarantee it gon be another hit man, ok?


For your reference, I been inside the house since 6


Bakin' up bars of rap, chiefin' & munchin' on chips


Now should I go dip? debate what style and color to get


We go out, we don't go out, this strickly parkin' lot pimpin'


That there sounds like a nice game plan


Nice thangs wit thick frames, no need to think twice man


Pick up some bud, pick up my boys, wipe off my dubs


Hittin' on chickens and buckets, so what they rollin' on hubs


I'm honkin' my horn like a animal straight from the barn


So what if they foreign? Prince don't discriminate not 1


(Outrageously, my baby mama pagin' me


I been at the crib all day so it's crazy see)












































Okay, I got nuttin' to say











Now, usually I get my way


Hit my hay, yeah sip my drank


Call up a chick to come strip if I say


Let the phong just ring while I pick my place


Smashin' in John Madden whuppin' errybody ass


And it's a fact, Green Bay sendin' em Packin'


Man it's goin' on a three day thrashin'


Fuck this for real y'all, I need some action


Aw man, Murph don't wanna drive the Benz


But he's too busy tryin' to dodge his friends


I just wanna go back outside again


Get high again, sippin' Heineken's


Grab my 22 inch wired rims


Hit the street, got bitches pilin' in


Wait 'til this nigga get through ironin'


Jacob up, fuck this game I'm retirin'












































Okay, I got nuttin' to say














(Murphy Lee, what size drawers ya need?)


A 36-38 cause 40 be too big


And hurry up so I can get out the crib


(Babysit!)


I love my nieces and nephews but I aint got no kids!


And shiit, hurry up before the bank close


(Boy you aint goin' to no bank, you prolly gonna see sum hoes)


Ahhh, I guess my sista know a brotha


I'm a nasty muthasucka cuz I'm poppin' wit cornbread and butta


Cua there aint nuttin' like booty in the daytime


Look at it wiggle, sunshinin' on the waistline


And matter fact fuck the whole nine


The whole time I'm thinkin' bout this party goin' downtown


I had to get my ass outta the bed (ah get up!)


Aint nuttin' like a lil' last minute head (ah you right)


Plus I see this girl like twice a week


And my granny made macaroni-n-cheese


So I'm out..












































Okay, I got nuttin' to say



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