
No Chill Kool John (Ft. Larry June)
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[Intro]
Hey, I made this beat
Gold chains swanging
[Chorus: Kool John]
I ain't got no chill, I ain't got no chill, I ain't got no chill
With that Henny in my system, I ain't got no chill
Where that lean, where that molly, I ain't got no chill
I ain't got no chill, I ain't got no chill
I ain't got no chill, I ain't got no chill
With that Henny in my system I ain't got no chill
Where that molly, where that weed I ain't got no chill
I ain't got no chill, I been poppin' pills, I'm bout dollar bills ya
Oh she twerkin' still, tryna fuck her still, I ain't got no chill
[Verse 1: Kool John]
I took ? for the racks
I hit your bitch from the back
All I do is hustle and stack
Drippin' sauces, selling swag
Everyday a nigga stay geeked up
She let me beat like a sprinkler
Fuck on her once then I keep her
A bitch is wetter than a sprinkler
Charge a grip for the verses
Talking chicken, no Churches
Then she want me like purses
I get the money no pressure
Real nigga, never change
HBK when I'm banging
Young nigga rich and I'm famous
I keep it lit like its Vegas
Hey, I made this beat
Gold chains swanging
[Chorus: Kool John]
I ain't got no chill, I ain't got no chill, I ain't got no chill
With that Henny in my system, I ain't got no chill
Where that lean, where that molly, I ain't got no chill
I ain't got no chill, I ain't got no chill
I ain't got no chill, I ain't got no chill
With that Henny in my system I ain't got no chill
Where that molly, where that weed I ain't got no chill
I ain't got no chill, I been poppin' pills, I'm bout dollar bills ya
Oh she twerkin' still, tryna fuck her still, I ain't got no chill
[Verse 1: Kool John]
I took ? for the racks
I hit your bitch from the back
All I do is hustle and stack
Drippin' sauces, selling swag
Everyday a nigga stay geeked up
She let me beat like a sprinkler
Fuck on her once then I keep her
A bitch is wetter than a sprinkler
Charge a grip for the verses
Talking chicken, no Churches
Then she want me like purses
I get the money no pressure
Real nigga, never change
HBK when I'm banging
Young nigga rich and I'm famous
I keep it lit like its Vegas
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