Tony Duxx - No Chill

I just woke up to a band - gotta thank the Lord
Now I'ma make it do what it do
Hop out wit it - and you can hear em like oh my God
Yea you would be in love wit it too
So cold
But he still got tha juice like a snow cone
So high he outer space - might phone home
Dis for fam puttin time on it like a go phone
Fo' real
Shyt might go down like a dope deal
Yea a young nigga heart be so cold
But a young nigga still got no chill
No chill
Just riding my wave - i'm higher than space - take one to the face
I'm heavy but keep it low key - like I'm fckin Luke Cage
You crowding my space - get the fck out the way
I let you do you - nigga let me do may
Just let me be great
Fck dying for love - I can live wit Tha hate
Dese niggas is fake
Deaths to a thousand cowards
Nobody left - the games ours
Po up a fo' - burn some flowers
Got respect want the power
Money bags Money showers - counting dis'll take hours
Whoa!
I just woke up to a band - gotta thank the Lord
Now I'ma make it do what it do
Hop out wit it - and you can hear em like oh my God
Yea you would be in love wit it too
I just do it for the money nigga fck the broads
And they still in love wit the crew
Cool young nigga - sauce den turned to frostin
I guess that's why them hunnits is blue
So cold
But he still got tha juice like a snow cone
So high he outer space - might phone home
Dis for fam puttin time on it like a go phone
Fo' real
Shyt might go down like a dope deal
Yea a young nigga heart be so cold
But a young nigga still got no chill
No chill
Just riding my wave - i'm higher than space
Shyt just flow like water
Drip on a bytch like water
Wavy niggas - no water
These thirsty niggas need water
Pull up and splash like water
Serve niggas - can I take ya order
Fly now and even back then
Did it big no exceptions
But still living in the hood
When I leave put my shawty in the Westin
Know he workin like he Mexican
Hatin say wit your chest den
Put you on ice like Ovechken
We wit Tha shyts - indigestion
I just woke up to a band - gotta thank the Lord
Now I'ma make it do what it do
Hop out wit it - and you can hear em like oh my God
Yea you would be in love wit it too
I just do it for the money nigga fck the broads
And they still in love wit the crew
Cool young nigga - sauce den turned to frostin
I guess that's why them hunnits is blue
So cold
But he still got tha juice like a snow cone
So high he outer space - might phone home
Dis for fam puttin time on it like a go phone
Fo' real
Shyt might go down like a dope deal
Yea a young nigga heart be so cold
But a young nigga still got no chill
No chill

Written by:
JUSTIN RAHEEM ALSTON

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