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Chill Bill (prod. DJ C-Jay) Video (MV)




Performed By: Often Spaced
Language: English
Length: 1:38
Written by: Gaffney Pierre




Often Spaced - Chill Bill (prod. DJ C-Jay) Lyrics
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I'm chillest, see your breath around me
Come catch a cold, I be the illest
Sick, Diseases riddled
Smoking o'z dont see no x's round me
I don't get z's, just numbers, running the game
Get money
Cuz I'm new times two to these rap game hits
I'm the new tycoon
Causin up a ruckus like a blue typhoon
Turn night to day, with a new bright moon
That spotlight on me bruhhhh, started from the bottom like a see-saw
I see u jackasses hatin on me, jus leave y'all cheesin with a hee-haw
It's me dawg
I been slinging that product for decade
Smokin that green, poppin them yellows, and I beat it till it's red like I'm reggae
Spark it with a b, lunt , then j
Liquor with my stomach half empty
Optimistic so the glass half full now
Running my region for a century
So don't tempt me
Short temper with Long term memory
I'll remember when y'all ain't play my songs
When y'all start to remember me
Remember how cold Decembers be
That's me to a fake rap fan and artist
Cuz with my talent and my energy
I could heat up all the shows of summer jam till August
I'm chillest, see your breath around me
Come catch a cold, I be the illest
Sick, Diseases riddled
Smoking o'z dont see no x's round me
I don't get z's, just numbers, running the game
Get money
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I'm chillest, see your breath around me
Come catch a cold, I be the illest
Sick, Diseases riddled
Smoking o'z dont see no x's round me
I don't get z's, just numbers, running the game
Get money
Cuz I'm new times two to these rap game hits
I'm the new tycoon
Causin up a ruckus like a blue typhoon
Turn night to day, with a new bright moon
That spotlight on me bruhhhh, started from the bottom like a see-saw
I see u jackasses hatin on me, jus leave y'all cheesin with a hee-haw
It's me dawg
I been slinging that product for decade
Smokin that green, poppin them yellows, and I beat it till it's red like I'm reggae
Spark it with a b, lunt , then j
Liquor with my stomach half empty
Optimistic so the glass half full now
Running my region for a century
So don't tempt me
Short temper with Long term memory
I'll remember when y'all ain't play my songs
When y'all start to remember me
Remember how cold Decembers be
That's me to a fake rap fan and artist
Cuz with my talent and my energy
I could heat up all the shows of summer jam till August
I'm chillest, see your breath around me
Come catch a cold, I be the illest
Sick, Diseases riddled
Smoking o'z dont see no x's round me
I don't get z's, just numbers, running the game
Get money
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Writer: Gaffney Pierre
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