Chill Bill (Mix Version) - Rob $tone 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 hoe
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

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



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



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

Chill Bill (Mix Version) lyrics !!!