Young Dre Ft. Freez & Ian J - Chillin' Lyrics
Hello, Hello, Hello, The Weed I Got Is Yellow
Her Booty Look Like Jello And I’m Such A Lovely Fellow
If She Down To Fuck I’m Down To Fuck, Got That Weed On Lock Up
A Nigga Like Me Stay High As Fuck, And She Gonna Ride Up
So … Stand Right, You Know She Gonna Hop In
On My Neck Like A Blizzard, Word …
Before The Nigga Stick In…I Should Think Twice
Cause Just Like A Jamaican … I Got Something I Can Take A Lot
So Just Chill, Let’s Have A Good Time
Break A 20 Dollar Middle, You Got 2 Dimes
And The Coolest Nigga Man We Got 5 Wines
And They Jamaican So You Know They Gonna…
I Smoke A Lot Of That … I Drink A Lot
But Nigga, I’m Not An Alcoholic
I Got Rubber Bands Man Motherfucker Wallet
I’m Running These … I Hope The … Don’t Call It
I’m Chill My Nigga Just Like An Ice Cube
Ain’t No Telling Man What I Might Do
Your Girl Told Me That She Don’t Like You
That’s Why I’m Not A Nigga Just Like You
My Nigga Chill Out, Chill Out, Chill Out, Chill Out
My Nigga Just Chill Out, Chill Out, Chill Out, Chill Out
My Nigga Just Chill Out, Chill Out, Chill Out, Chill Out
And It’s 6 In The Morning, And My Niggas Still Out
Come On, I’m Stunting Hard, You Niggas Is Fronting Hard
I’m Recognizing These Haters, My …Is Gonna Fall
My Rhymes Is Wet, So Is Your Girl
G Spot Touching, And Now She Gave Me Her Word
I Picture Pussy When I’m Drawing These Haters… These Haters
Now I Chalk Deuces… Never Regret
I’m Like Mister King But I Ain’t Tell The Speech Yet
I Told Her Drop It Low And Bring It Back
Chill Out, Now Give Me That
Never Act …Keep Your Guard
We Are On Like We Are, In The Peace Corp
Now They Want More, She Said She Want More
Just Chill, You Fucking With 100 Dollar Bill
She Say She Pop Pills, I Pimp The 4 Mill
I’m Treal, Got Niggas Scared Don’t Test Me
My Shit Shine Like I Rocks With My Necklace
My Nigga Chill Out, Chill Out, Chill Out, Chill Out
My Nigga Just Chill Out, Chill Out, Chill Out, Chill Out
My Nigga Just Chill Out, Chill Out, Chill Out, Chill Out
And It’s 6 In The Morning, And My Nigga Still Out
Word, At Times Like These
When, Money’s Low And Hungry Hoes Roam Around The Streets
You Just Gotta Chill Out, Chill Out
Don’t Stress, Just Try To Be The Best Man
And Everything You Do, Stay True
Chill Out, Chill Out, Chill Out, Chill Out.
Young Dre Ft. Freez & Ian J - Chillin' Lyrics
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Young Dre Ft. Freez - DTF Lyrics
Young Dre Ft. Freez - DTF Lyrics
Yeah, Yeah, Aha, Row, Come On
Yeah, Andre We Got Them Man, Let’s Do This
Ah, Ah, Ah
I Said Cool Life Went To Speak, I’m Fresh Like Christmas Eve
I Graduated Like A Boss, Then Went On I’m Gonna Do Me
I Top It Off, I’m On My Feet, Greatness I’m Gonna Seek
Cause The Money Is The Target, And The Target I’m Gonna Meet
I See My Name Up On The Forbes, Pimping On These Hoes
I’m Locking All These Doors, Bitch I’m Ready For The War
Iphone Stunting, Catch Me On That I Chat
We Gonna Make A Movie Going In Yeah The I-Max
Your Girl Got Miles, Yeah The Miles Call That Old Facts
Your Girl Steady Tripping You Should Send Her Back To Old Max
Now Bring That Hoe Back, Tell Shawty Hold That
Stack So Big, Got A Struggle Just To Fold That
Got A Bag Of Weed, Purple In My Cup, And 2 Bad Bitches
And He Down To Fuck
My Nigga What? And He Down To Fuck
My Nigga What? And He Down To Fuck
Ready Set Go, Damn It’s Time For Lift Off,
If The Convo Ain’t Bout Money Then It Make My Dick Soft
You Can Hop Off Or Hop On, Not Many Girls Will Hop On
From Textin On This Iphone, They Just Call It…
Dirty Suck Nigga You Don’t Need A …
I Got Connections, Like I Don’t Need A Phone
I Got Rims Nigga I Don’t Need That Chrome
My Shit Straight Nigga I Don’t Need A Comb
I’m Cold But I Have That Heater On
But Then Tell Your Girl To Leave Me Alone
Before She End Up Being My Girl
Hitting All Them High Tones Like An Opera
Damn You Need To Stop Her Bra
I Wish A Nigga Would So I Could Chop, Chop, Chop … Them
Get Your Girl Wet, Go Mop, Mop, Mop It Up
Let Me Check My Rollie So I Can Clock, Clock, Clock It Up
Got A Bag Of Weed, Purple In My Cup, And 2 Bad Bitches
And He Down To Fuck
My Nigga What? And He Down To Fuck
My Nigga What? And He Down To Fuck.
Young Dre Ft. Freez - DTF Lyrics
Yeah, Yeah, Aha, Row, Come On
Yeah, Andre We Got Them Man, Let’s Do This
Ah, Ah, Ah
I Said Cool Life Went To Speak, I’m Fresh Like Christmas Eve
I Graduated Like A Boss, Then Went On I’m Gonna Do Me
I Top It Off, I’m On My Feet, Greatness I’m Gonna Seek
Cause The Money Is The Target, And The Target I’m Gonna Meet
I See My Name Up On The Forbes, Pimping On These Hoes
I’m Locking All These Doors, Bitch I’m Ready For The War
Iphone Stunting, Catch Me On That I Chat
We Gonna Make A Movie Going In Yeah The I-Max
Your Girl Got Miles, Yeah The Miles Call That Old Facts
Your Girl Steady Tripping You Should Send Her Back To Old Max
Now Bring That Hoe Back, Tell Shawty Hold That
Stack So Big, Got A Struggle Just To Fold That
Got A Bag Of Weed, Purple In My Cup, And 2 Bad Bitches
And He Down To Fuck
My Nigga What? And He Down To Fuck
My Nigga What? And He Down To Fuck
Ready Set Go, Damn It’s Time For Lift Off,
If The Convo Ain’t Bout Money Then It Make My Dick Soft
You Can Hop Off Or Hop On, Not Many Girls Will Hop On
From Textin On This Iphone, They Just Call It…
Dirty Suck Nigga You Don’t Need A …
I Got Connections, Like I Don’t Need A Phone
I Got Rims Nigga I Don’t Need That Chrome
My Shit Straight Nigga I Don’t Need A Comb
I’m Cold But I Have That Heater On
But Then Tell Your Girl To Leave Me Alone
Before She End Up Being My Girl
Hitting All Them High Tones Like An Opera
Damn You Need To Stop Her Bra
I Wish A Nigga Would So I Could Chop, Chop, Chop … Them
Get Your Girl Wet, Go Mop, Mop, Mop It Up
Let Me Check My Rollie So I Can Clock, Clock, Clock It Up
Got A Bag Of Weed, Purple In My Cup, And 2 Bad Bitches
And He Down To Fuck
My Nigga What? And He Down To Fuck
My Nigga What? And He Down To Fuck.
Young Dre Ft. Freez - DTF Lyrics
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