Текст песни Rae Sremmurd - Real Chill

[Intro: Swae Lee] They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside-down They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside-down [Hook: Swae Lee] My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill And the shit stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill And the shit stay chill [Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi] My homie the real deal The big watch on, feel like Ben 10 Hell yeah nigga Slim Jxm In this motherfucker with a big grip, bitch Nigga get a grip I can't get a grip, made them benji's flip Walked in, throwin' the cash like nerfs Girl you better put that ass to work Can a nigga hold the cam like Kirk Big diamonds on my mouth when I burp Big rims when I skrt-skrt Woah, leave my prints in the dirt, yeah Leave them broke niggas hurt, uh I'm that nigga, fuck you heard, uh A young nigga so superb A Kool Herc on the Earth Swag, yeah Frank Lucas with a grill All these hoes wanna chill Must have seen a nigga skills Pockets fat, Uncle Phil Girls on me like Will All the ladies love Jxm Ay-ay-ay, for real [Hook: Swae Lee] My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill And the shit stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill And the shit stay chill [Verse 2: Kodak Black] They tellin' me slow down (slow down) They gave me a chill pill (chill out) Because I was spend Ben (spend Ben) They know I would Kill Bill (hit him) I walk round Ben still (ben still) I'm still on them pills still (jigga-jigga) I spit that real shit (real) I call it real spill (real spill) I need like 10 mil, I need to put my momma in a big crib She be tellin' me "baby boy don't steal" I ain't listen to her cause I still steal One snap in, I put some racks in my grill No weapons allowed, I brought my strap in here still All I smoke is loud yeah, it's gon' blast in your ear Man I'm high as the cloud, I'm on a new atmosphere Gotta hold my niggas down till they get back here Don't come over here 'cause you will get clapped here [Hook: Swae Lee] My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill And the shit stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill And the shit stay chill [Verse 3: Swae Lee] Spittin' game to that girl and her friend I got dressed, left the crib, set the trend If you ask me, it all spends I'm from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse (let's cleanse) I can't even cruise because I got a spoiler Hit the store, buy the store, let's not loiter (loiter) Hit the club, need a drink, need a skank (I got it) The club promoter said "Swae Lee you off of the chain" [Hook: Swae Lee] My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill And the shit stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill And the shit stay chill
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