Erick Hurt & R.A. - Chillin'

Man I ain’t doin nothing tonight boy
(Laughing)
Nah I just got paid but I’m staying in man
Gonna keep it solo
What’s up?
Aye pass me some of that
What?
Off that D’Usse is the Shit
If I do say so myself
Des Garçons is on the right
Con mi Jesus on the left
Show to show they back to back
Stacks on deck that’s racks on rack
Your intervention my incentive earn a platinum plaque on plaque
Model X that keyless all these features never heard or seen em
That engine speechless but tires screaming
Wheeling in and out of traffic ballin’
Alopecia now we healthy eatin
Talking aloe peaches
Speed trap SnapBack for the dad hat
Red bottom where the B’s at
I’m fire man I be’s that
Tiptoe through a rat race I’m big dog that cat chase
Hendrix on this instrumental
Through the ceiling
I’m just chillin
Woo!
I’m just chillin
I’m just chillin
Boy I ain’t doing nothing tonight man
No sir
I’m just chillin
I’m just chillin
Aye call bro and see what he up to
Oww!
Nothin just chillin like bruh man from the 5th flo
I Might busta rhyme then flipmode
And go sit low with my big bro
No big deal but we a big deal
You ain’t heard Eddie Winslow?
You ain’t know we was in the lead
I been led with my pencil
Hit the button on the car keys
Doors going up like aww yeed!
ain’t got it yet but ima manifest and then switch the colors like fall leaves
Looking like I hit the runway
Y’all just gotta pardon him
My style cold and you can’t Jacket or I just swipe my cardigan
I been the dopest they know who the goat is
“Ain’t nobody coming to see you Otis”
Sorry had a David Ruffin moment
Bought it cash ain’t paying nothing on it
How they gon take it if you own it
How they gon take it if you own it
You won’t be on top forever
You’re only hot until you start to blow it
Double entendre dumb dumb
Pay me my weight in gold in a lump sum
Yea I want all the bread don’t leave one crumb
I am the one you’re just some one
That’s over their head like ceilings
Now they in their feelings
They tell me to cool out
But I would rather chill in
Get it chillin’
I’m just chillin
I’m just chillin
Man I told you I’m all the way good on that
Do not hit my line do not disturb
I’m just chillin
I’m just chillin
I don’t wanna kick it with you skate with you none of that what you talking bout?

Written by:
Erick Hurt, Ryan Harrington

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