JT Stone - Emerald Manor/Chillaxin

Aye
Work
You in my house now
Boy
Jump
Little, little
Uh, uh
JT
Get it
Okay
You wanna rock like this
Wanna sip a little potion and get off your wits
You in the home of JT, dude
Don't be rude
Or Imma crack your fucking skull until I own you
Man, the party's at my place
Tom like I'm MySpace
Rap like I'm Ghostface
This party got bold taste
And niggas sipping Jack in the back
So go'on and get a little drink until you start feeling that
And we can turn the music up
Straight crank it
And wiggle on the floor to make the brothers wanna spank it
And we don't give a fuck
We too busy getting down and messing 'round to even fucking think it
It's amazing, got the weed blazing
Thinking bout it, got the we blazing
Yeah
But I can't think of something I want more
And if you ain't about it there's the door
Nigga
We in the Emerald Manor
With bottles stacking bottles
And we all got valor
So take a load off
Cause this shit is on
I have my niggas set you up with
A glass of patron
And just
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
We in the Emerald Manor
Okay
You ain't heard rock like this
My shit bends genres
And make you lock your fists
Yeah
The tune is kinda soothing
And the groove'll get you moving
But soon
You go goon
And run off on fits
The way we awesome rich
The way we flossing bitch
Back it up, back it up
Bring on all them chicks
And maybe drop some bricks
The way I drop some bars
We get it wet and got the heat
Like we live up on Mars
But the party still bump
No slump
Shots, blunts, bongs, and shots
On all y'all chumps
This the life
Making the bread
If you a fuckboy
Bet I'll show you my knife
Then cut off your head
Man, the kid don't play
His rap so slay
JT on attack
Then bring it right back
You rolling with the baddest
You bad boys started getting the gist
So thanks for coming to
The Party
Way to get it started
Now get your ass departed
Who me
Shit, I'm taking it slow
Turn on some Netflix
Maybe pack a bowl
When I say pack a bowl
You know that I mean three
Boy
It ain't the crib if
I ain't got some tree
But that's all friend
We ain't got time to lend
Pack it up
We gonna slam it on the next weekend
Next weekend, next weekend
Making money
Loving honies
Got me lax man
Ain't nobody taking shotties
And these racks man
My ball been going all ways
I'm stunting all days, 'cept now
I'm chillaxin
I'm chillaxin
Nigga, I'm chillaxin
I'm chillaxin
Oh-whoa-oh
I'm chillaxin
Nigga, I'm chillaxin
I'm chillaxin
Aye
You niggas want fire
You niggas want real
You niggas gon' tire
Tryna keep up with the noise I feel
I'm saying that
I never asked for a handout, nah
You niggas can keep that shit
I'm stunting
As far as my career
Imma fan out
Straight killing while I'm riding that whip
Y'all fronting
Tell em how I eat that talk
I'm hungry
House full of sundries
Chillax
Turn on Cinemax
Til about 12:30 then it's Skinemax
Been preaching how I got no chill or nothing
Yeah
That's right, that’s right man
But tonight I'm taking
Four pills and buzzing
Yeah, so set for the night
I'm chill
I'm chillaxin
Nigga, I'm chillaxin
I'm chillaxin
Oh-whoa-oh
I'm chillaxin
Nigga, I'm chillaxin
I'm chillaxin
Yeah
Fly like a plane over palm trees
Any time I get down
Hear don't leave
And the haters talk shit
Like they know me
Try to own me
Real niggas try to phone me
Get work like every day
And I ain't really give a damn
Like what's her name
And what's the game
Adjusting like adjusting frames
And beat that ass
Like busting lames
And ball so hard that your girlie came
And bowl so hard like bowling lanes
Aye, ya know I'm saying
I'm spraying like a shotgun
Trippity pop one and then I bust again
And don't trust your friends
Now they work for me
Kill your squad
Buy your homies for a couple G's
They suck like fleas
So excuse me please
And get your sucks nigga problems up out my b
Jump, jump
Nah, sit down
Tonight I'm king of the couch
Where's my crown
Drugs got me weak like babies
Even all that, spit cray like rabies maybe
Cruise in the red Mercedes
Sitting real nice like I do on daily
And I'm not failing
Rough waters I'm sailing
But you don't see me bailing
Cause I know when I get home
Got a bong that'll rip 'til it hit dome
Don't call to my dead phone
That's dead wrong
Play this tune when you freak
That's a bed song
So chill like Icee
Pirate irate so Kiera Knightly
Make you wanna fight me
Or wanna run
I'm spent
Don't make me get out my gun
Cause I'm chill
I'm chillaxin
Nigga, I'm chillaxin
I'm chillaxin
Oh-whoa-oh
I'm chillaxin
Nigga, I'm chillaxin
I'm chillaxin

Written by:
Thomas Barker

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