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Let the tears fall. Yeah. Yeah. Uh. Love get you killed hustlin' get you mills Hate, I can't feel Franklin on my pills Pints come With seals Love peel You call me too many times back To back, nigga, chill. Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up. My hair super sloppy my wrist super rocky Pull Up like, "What's poppin'?" SRT slidin' In the trunk Knockin' coffee cup, no coffee They want me in A coffin but I just keep on ballin' I Just keep on ballin' I just keep on ballin' They watch me and they copy nine-eleven topless Always shoppin' told her bring it back. Replay like a disc jockey Love get you killed hustlin' get you mills Hate, I can't feel Franklin on my pills Pints come With seals Nigga, love peel You call me too many times Back to back, chill. Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up. Hold up, nigga, wait a pimp eatin' steak First Of all, don't blow up my phone, you out Of place Never chase the bitch, Too busy makin' deposits at Chase Light my blunt, Escape never ask for nothin'. Where I'm from, we like to take Ridin' the Coupe down Alcee, made a left on Airways Pulled Up at the Dixie Queen and got a milkshake Dolph, remember you used to serve me back in The day? You used to fuck with my cousin Tiffany from the Haven Big booty Tiffany, Bruh, you moved her to Collierville She said she Used to get three boxes a week just where She live Ayy, get my food, nigga, I'm gone Bro, This nigga, he trippin' He called his stupid-ass Mom, been out here tellin' my business You dumb Hell. What you mean? Did you love her? Nah. Did you fuck her? Nah. You made six hundred bands just off that One summer. Damn, you right, hell yeah, I love Her I fuck around and call Tiffany and give Her a hundred Just because I'm that real nigga, it ain't nothin' At least she ain't tell a fuck nigga that She was fucked Luckily, the man upstairs, yeah, He really love me Yeah, I'ma keep it real, that shit could've got Ugly But it didn't, so I'm in the hood Stuntin', ayy. Love get you killed hustlin' get you Mills Hate, I can't feel Franklin on my pills Pints come with seals Love peel You call me too many times back To back, nigga, chill. Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up.
Young Dolph — Chill
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