Текст песни Rae Sremmurd - Real Chill

[Intro: Swae Lee]They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside-downThey can't wait until we turn this bitch upside-down[Hook: Swae Lee]My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-killShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chillAnd the shit stay chillMy homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-killShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chillAnd the shit stay chill[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]My homie the real dealThe big watch on, feel like Ben 10Hell yeah nigga Slim JxmIn this motherfucker with a big grip, bitchNigga get a gripI can't get a grip, made them benji's flipWalked in, throwin' the cash like nerfsGirl you better put that ass to workCan a nigga hold the cam like KirkBig diamonds on my mouth when I burpBig rims when I skrt-skrtWoah, leave my prints in the dirt, yeahLeave them broke niggas hurt, uhI'm that nigga, fuck you heard, uhA young nigga so superbA Kool Herc on the EarthSwag, yeahFrank Lucas with a grillAll these hoes wanna chillMust have seen a nigga skillsPockets fat, Uncle PhilGirls on me like WillAll the ladies love JxmAy-ay-ay, for real[Hook: Swae Lee]My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-killShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chillAnd the shit stay chillMy homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-killShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chillAnd 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 cribShe be tellin' me "baby boy don't steal"I ain't listen to her cause I still stealOne snap in, I put some racks in my grillNo weapons allowed, I brought my strap in here stillAll I smoke is loud yeah, it's gon' blast in your earMan I'm high as the cloud, I'm on a new atmosphereGotta hold my niggas down till they get back hereDon't come over here 'cause you will get clapped here[Hook: Swae Lee]My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-killShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chillAnd the shit stay chillMy homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-killShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chillAnd the shit stay chill[Verse 3: Swae Lee]Spittin' game to that girl and her friendI got dressed, left the crib, set the trendIf you ask me, it all spendsI'm from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse (let's cleanse)I can't even cruise because I got a spoilerHit 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-killShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chillAnd the shit stay chillMy homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-killShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chillAnd the shit stay chill
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