Rob $tone – Chill Bill Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Rob $tone]Rob $tone two damn phonesBabylons can’t crack the codeUsed to sip out styrofoam but figured I should stick to dro (weed!)Backwoods overload don’t like to smoke them swishers hoeIf 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 weedI said baby just buy dutches cause you can’t smoke for freeI got some loud but no money babe buy me a FijiShe said you need a job, bitch fuck a job I still get cheese

[Verse 2: J. Davi$]Two cell phones, Mr. Mothafuck-a-thotMr. I be on that blockTwelve o seven fuck an opThey hear my name they see my squadRolling dope up on the spotI’m with your bitch she on my jockAin’t got no time to love a thotGot niggas mad my flow so hotGot niggas mad my squad won’t stopWe in the game won’t take no lossIm sippin water out the VossGot lean all in my fuckin’ SpriteTurnin up on fuckin sightMr. Kenny Powers bouta take your girlfriend home tonight, bitch[Verse 3: Spooks]And I’m smokin’ on that widowWhen you see it out the windowGot a dusty old teeLookin’ bummy leave it simpleGrowin’ up I was always in the middleSo I gotta hold it down for my older and my littleAnd my brothas beside me so fuck it we mobbin’ deepAlways grimey, no findin’ meBut I be in LGIf your lil fuck boy lame ass wanna creepI live by the lemon cause that fucka chose me[Hook: Rob $tone]Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weedI said baby just buy dutches cause you can’t smoke for freeI got some loud but no money babe buy me a FijiShe said you need a job, bitch fuck a job I still get cheese