Tobe Nwigwe - Chill. paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Chill. - Tobe Nwigwe



Get twisted Sundays
We at it again
Look I′m from the swat
You can get ya issue
Every beat I get to slicing
Like I'm Yoshimitsu
Knew I had the juice since the 4th grade
Had a chili bowl but I was down to catch a fade
Ouu
Most of my partners be catching plays
I only give em bars in hope that′ll it catch a slave
Unlock it's mental then build credentials to catch a wave
Up outta poverty logically they should give me praise
Ouu
Hallelujah on my medulla
They clap for me cause they see a ruler straight out the sewer
I try to teach em how to maneuver without the ruger
They say I'm spitting bazookas
Cause the flow is medusa
That′s hard
Word to my T Jones
If yo neck got beady beads get a heat comb
Dogface was trapping hard he had 3 homes
I asked my partner how you popping with a preowned
Vehicle swear his thinking remedial
He drive a Charger but swear it′s a Lamborghini Coupe
He shop at Zara but swear he be rocking Jimmy Choo
I get on tracks and do magic just like a genie do ouu
One time for the west though
Two times for the youngin with the best flow
I rap for those relieving stress with the sess smoke
They hear my bars and feel like the God is celestial ouu
Hail Mary, mother of God
I got a partner selling soft another sell hard
They like Genobili on the block ready to catch a charge
I got too many friends in low places word to Garth Brooks
And ain't no one shook cause ain′t no such thing as halfway crook
They want us all extinct
We halfway look and feel like dinosaurs
I ain't hurt just kinda sore
By the fact that this time of war brought on us is for kinda poor
People who do not mind all sorts of
Calamity vanity my sanity is Kinda teetring the way
They misleading the youth to be some idiots
Yep, yep, yep, ouu
I said it
They gassed up
Unleaded, every beat I′m on
Be-headed
Come at me wrong and get slid like debit
Or credit it's the same
Just refrain from transactions
Fat bad had to get shorty like Gene Hackman
E gave me support that was needed to gain traction
And Nell be making beats that I instantly deem classic
Yuh
I ain′t lyin I ain't lyin dog
We should go diamond with the pressure we applying dog
Every beat I get I hit it with that iron claw
Be a king that's the only thing a lion taught
Yuh Mufasa of mi casa
Where I′m from they turn imposters to pasta
I′m tryna go from Ramen Noodles to the lobster
And pay my momma back for every penny that I cost her
Yuh, yuh
I ain't playin′ with ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah



Writer(s): Tobe Nwigwe, Lanell Grant


Tobe Nwigwe - Chill.
Album Chill.
date de sortie
04-03-2018

1 Chill.




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