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• Artiste: Joey Trap
• Titre: Chill
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(R-R-Ralph, what you doin'?) Huh, she just like my pockets, I'm rockin' timeless, chill She's so damn divine, I call her the finest, chill I told her to poke it out, woah, this [round][?] like, yeah My pockets on go, my shooters on go, bitch, yeah She keep on textin' my phone, I told her to chill Every time I pour me more, I pour up for the seal Hop out the motherfuckin' Benz, nigga, real I'm timeless, yeah You can go time that, yeah Told her rewind that, yeah Huh, tap out, yeah She finna tap out, yeah Huh, trap house, yeah We in the trap house, yeah [?] win, no assist Nigga gon' throw me the brick They tried to push with the .9 I told her, "Bae, I don't miss" (Yeah) She told me she love my face Told the bitch, "Give me your face" Hop out, but this not a race Spaceship, way outer space Huh, she just like my pockets, I'm rockin' timeless, chill She's so damn divine, I call her the finest, chill I told her to poke it out, woah, this [round][?] like, yeah My pockets on go, my shooters on go, bitch, yeah She keep on textin' my phone, I told her to chill Every time I pour me more, I pour up for the seal She lookin' me right in my eyes, bae, tell me you real Until you ain't scarified, don't know how this feels Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up I pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up