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    Rob $tone / Lyrics

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    "Chill Bill" Lyrics

    Rob $tone feat. J. Davi$ and Spooks

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    Duration:00:04:43
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    [Verse 1: Rob $tone]
    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

    [Hook: Rob $tone]
    Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
    I said baby just buy dutches cause you can't smoke for free
    I got some loud but no money babe buy me a Fiji
    She said you need a job, bitch fuck a job I still get cheese
    [Verse 2: J. Davi$]
    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

    [Verse 3: Spooks]
    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

    [Hook: Rob $tone]
    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
    This song was submitted on July 29th, 2016 and last modified on August 7th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
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