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| Rae Sremmurd - Real Chill Lyrics |
Rae Sremmurd - Real Chill Lyrics
They can't wait until we turn this b*tch upside down
They can't wait until we turn this b*tch upside down
My homies the real deal We smoking that kill-kill
She shake it It feel real
The paper flowin' still Now that b*tch wanna chill
And the sh*t stay chill
My homies the real deal We smoking that kill-kill
She shake it It feel real
The paper flowin' still Now that b*tch wanna chill
And the sh*t stay chill
My homie the real deal
The big watch on Feel like Ben 10
Hell yeah n*gga Slim Jxm
In this motherf*cker with a big grip B*tch
N*gga get a grip
I can't get a grip Man this b*tch a flip
Walked in Throwing the cash like nerfs
Girl you better put that ass to work
Can a n*gga hold the cam like Kirk
Big diamonds on my mouth when I burp
Big rims when I skrt-skrt
Wooah Leave my prints in the dirt yeah
Leave them broke n*ggas hurt Uuh
I'm that n*gga F*ck you heard Uuh
A young n*gga so superb
A cool Herc on the Earth
Swag yeah
Frank Lucas with a grill
All these hoes wanna chill
Must have seen a n*gga skills
Pockets fat Uncle Phil
Girls on me like Will
All the ladies love Jxm For real
My homies the real deal We smoking that kill-kill
She shake it It feel real
The paper flowin' still Now that b*tch wanna chill
And the sh*t stay chill
My homies the real deal We smoking that kill-kill
She shake it It feel real
The paper flowin' still Now that b*tch wanna chill
And the sh*t stay chill
They telling 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 telling 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 n*ggas down till they get back here
Don't come over here 'Cause you will get clapped here
My homies the real deal We smoking that kill-kill
She shake it It feel real
The paper flowin' still Now that b*tch wanna chill
And the sh*t stay chill
My homies the real deal We smoking that kill-kill
She shake it It feel real
The paper flowin' still Now that b*tch wanna chill
And the sh*t stay chill
Spitting 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
My homies the real deal We smoking that kill-kill
She shake it It feel real
The paper flowin' still Now that b*tch wanna chill
And the sh*t stay chill
My homies the real deal We smoking that kill-kill
She shake it It feel real
The paper flowin' still Now that b*tch wanna chill
And the sh*t stay chill