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  • ROB STONE – Chill Bill lyrics

    Rob $tone, two damn phones
    Babylons can’t crack the code
    Used to sip out styrofoam
    But figured I should stick to dro (weed!)
    Backwoods overload
    Don’t like to smoke them swishers, ho
    If you hit my liquor store
    It’s 50 cents for single Ports

    Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
    I said, “Baby just buy Dutches ’cause you can’t smoke for free
    I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji”
    She said, “You need a job”, bitch, fuck a job, I still get cheese

    Two cell phones, Mr. Mothafuck-a-thot
    Mr. I Be On That Block, 12-07 fuck an op
    They hear my name, they see my squad
    Rolling dope up on the spot
    I’m with your bitch, she on my jock
    Ain’t got no time to love a thot
    Got niggas mad, my flow so hot
    Got niggas mad, my squad won’t stop
    We in the game, won’t take no loss
    I’m sippin’ water out the Voss
    Got lean all in my fuckin’ Sprite
    Turnin’ up on fuckin’ sight
    Mr. Kenny Powers
    Bout to take your girlfriend home tonight, bitch

    And I’m smokin’ on that widow when you see it out the window
    Got a dusty old tee, lookin’ bummy, leave it simple
    Growin’ up, I was always in the middle
    So I gotta hold it down for my older and my little
    And my brothas beside me so fuck it we mobbin’ deep
    Always grimey, no findin’ me but I be in LG
    If your lil’ fuckboy lame ass wanna creep
    I live by the lemon ’cause that fucka chose me

    Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
    I said, “Baby just buy Dutches ’cause you can’t smoke for free
    I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji”
    She said, “You need a job”, bitch, fuck a job, I still get cheese


  • Rob Stone – Chill Bill lyrics

    itemid=”http://www.directlyrics.com/rob-stone-artist.html”>ROB STONE Chill Bill lyrics

    Rob $tone, two damn phones
    Babylons can’t crack the code
    Used to sip out styrofoam
    But figured I should stick to dro (weed!)
    Backwoods overload
    Don’t like to smoke them swishers, ho
    If you hit my liquor store
    It’s 50 cents for single Ports

    Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
    I said, “Baby just buy Dutches ’cause you can’t smoke for free
    I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji”
    She said, “You need a job”, bitch, fuck a job, I still get cheese

    Two cell phones, Mr. Mothafuck-a-thot
    Mr. I Be On That Block, 12-07 fuck an op
    They hear my name, they see my squad
    Rolling dope up on the spot
    I’m with your bitch, she on my jock
    Ain’t got no time to love a thot
    Got niggas mad, my flow so hot
    Got niggas mad, my squad won’t stop
    We in the game, won’t take no loss
    I’m sippin’ water out the Voss
    Got lean all in my fuckin’ Sprite
    Turnin’ up on fuckin’ sight
    Mr. Kenny Powers
    Bout to take your girlfriend home tonight, bitch

    And I’m smokin’ on that widow when you see it out the window
    Got a dusty old tee, lookin’ bummy, leave it simple
    Growin’ up, I was always in the middle
    So I gotta hold it down for my older and my little
    And my brothas beside me so fuck it we mobbin’ deep
    Always grimey, no findin’ me but I be in LG
    If your lil’ fuckboy lame ass wanna creep
    I live by the lemon ’cause that fucka chose me

    Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
    I said, “Baby just buy Dutches ’cause you can’t smoke for free
    I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji”
    She said, “You need a job”, bitch, fuck a job, I still get cheese


  • Kano – Hurt

    [Hook]

    I put in work, other spitters ain’t worth
    Ten pence for their words, I was bad from birth
    You should put ’em in a skirt, with a pretty pink purse
    I got that fire, hot shit like Jerk
    I locked it like bar staff slicking
    The wire, fire, the bars I spit
    Tree to tree on some Tarzan shit
    I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
    I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself
    I told you I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
    You know me I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself
    [Verse 1]

    I got the power, this is my Austin hour
    I floss material, hot for hours
    I’m fire, I can’t be fired
    Grip the road like a Ferrari tyre
    I’m flyer, LV buyer
    You can see me on your LG
    It’s like a riot, my shields are real
    Rider, popping that (?)
    I hit the stage I do this well
    You too so I got coupes as well
    Come to my show and prove to yourself
    Anytime I drop my tune it’ll sell
    Cause they can’t understand other guys
    Like the baby out of Family Guy
    I’m crazy, I ain’t actually high
    Just think that I’m actually fly
    I deliver these lines with impact when I write
    Straight to the point, now my batts gonna die
    And OK you’re rapping alright
    But I ain’t practising mine
    I got flows for days, bars for weeks
    I’m K, A to the N i’m around where things evolved
    Cash rules everything around me baby
    Got my circle bun like Audi baby

    [Hook]

    I put in work, other spitters ain’t worth
    Ten pence for their words, I was bad from birth
    You should put ’em in a skirt, with a pretty pink purse
    I got that fire, hot shit like Jerk
    I locked it like bar staff slicking
    The wire, fire, the bars I spit
    Tree to tree on some Tarzan shit
    I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
    I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself
    I told you I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
    You know me I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself


  • Kano – Hurt Lyrics

    [Hook]

    I put in work, other spitters ain’t worth
    Ten pence for their words, I was bad from birth
    You should put ’em in a skirt, with a pretty pink purse
    I got that fire, hot shit like Jerk
    I locked it like bar staff slicking
    The wire, fire, the bars I spit
    Tree to tree on some Tarzan shit
    I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
    I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself
    I told you I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
    You know me I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself
    [Verse 1]

    I got the power, this is my Austin hour
    I floss material, hot for hours
    I’m fire, I can’t be fired
    Grip the road like a Ferrari tyre
    I’m flyer, LV buyer
    You can see me on your LG
    It’s like a riot, my shields are real
    Rider, popping that (?)
    I hit the stage I do this well
    You too so I got coupes as well
    Come to my show and prove to yourself
    Anytime I drop my tune it’ll sell
    Cause they can’t understand other guys
    Like the baby out of Family Guy
    I’m crazy, I ain’t actually high
    Just think that I’m actually fly
    I deliver these lines with impact when I write
    Straight to the point, now my batts gonna die
    And OK you’re rapping alright
    But I ain’t practising mine
    I got flows for days, bars for weeks
    I’m K, A to the N i’m around where things evolved
    Cash rules everything around me baby
    Got my circle bun like Audi baby

    [Hook]

    I put in work, other spitters ain’t worth
    Ten pence for their words, I was bad from birth
    You should put ’em in a skirt, with a pretty pink purse
    I got that fire, hot shit like Jerk
    I locked it like bar staff slicking
    The wire, fire, the bars I spit
    Tree to tree on some Tarzan shit
    I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
    I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself
    I told you I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself believe me
    You know me I merk, don’t put me on a verse
    Please don’t do it to yourself


  • Rob $tone – Chill Bill lyrics

    [Verse 1: Rob $tone]
    Rob $tone two damn phones
    Babylons can’t crack the code
    Used to sip out styrofoam but figured I should stick to dro (weed!)

    Backwoods overload don’t like to smoke them swishers hoe
    If you hit my liquor store it’s 50 cents for single Ports

    [Hook: Rob $tone]
    Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
    I said baby just buy dutches cause you can’t smoke for free
    I got some loud but no money babe buy me a Fiji
    She said you need a job, bitch fuck a job I still get cheese

    [Verse 2: J. Davi$]
    Two cell phones, Mr. Mothafuck-a-thot
    Mr. I be on that block
    Twelve o seven fuck an op
    They hear my name they see my squad
    Rolling dope up on the spot
    I’m with your bitch she on my jock
    Ain’t got no time to love a thot
    Got niggas mad my flow so hot
    Got niggas mad my squad won’t stop
    We in the game won’t take no loss
    Im sippin water out the Voss
    Got lean all in my fuckin’ Sprite
    Turnin up on fuckin sight
    Mr. Kenny Powers bouta take your girlfriend home tonight, bitch

    [Verse 3: Spooks]
    And I’m smokin’ on that widow
    When you see it out the window
    Got a dusty old tee
    Lookin’ bummy leave it simple
    Growin’ up I was always in the middle
    So I gotta hold it down for my older and my little
    And my brothas beside me so fuck it we mobbin’ deep
    Always grimey, no findin’ me
    But I be in LG
    If your lil fuck boy lame ass wanna creep
    I live by the lemon cause that fucka chose me

    [Hook: Rob $tone]
    Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
    I said baby just buy dutches cause you can’t smoke for free
    I got some loud but no money babe buy me a Fiji
    She said you need a job, bitch fuck a job I still get cheese