I'm Chill
I'm chill
I'm chill
All these bitches yapping bout nothing
Bitch I'm real
And I ain't got no time
To be arguing with no kids
I'm chill I'm chill
I'm chill
I'm chill
All these bitches yapping bout nothing
Bitch I'm real
And I ain't got no time
To be arguing with no kids
I'm chill
Street Diva
What you thinking bout
Spitting them numbers and
Putting this pussy in ya mouth
I ain't rich yet
Just tryna work something out
You wanna play the role
Deposit cash in my account nigga uh
He see me with him and
I see me moving forward
All these bitches wack and
All them niggas know it
Real recognize a queen and
I chill back in the cut but
He ready when I leave
Have the hoe's like
What the fuck
I'm chill
I'm chill
All these bitches yapping bout nothing
Bitch I'm real
And I ain't got no time
To be arguing with no kids
I'm chill I'm chill
I'm chill
I'm chill
All these bitches yapping bout nothing
Bitch I'm real
And I ain't got no time
To be arguing with no kids
I'm chill
Hold on wait
Put on my lip gloss
Smooches to you bitches
Tell ya get loss
She done ran her miles up
Mark her half off
She cute now but
You ain't seen her with her mask off
I'm at the bar
Need a drink and cigars
And I don't come here too often
Just here to send my regards
Is it me
Or is every bitch on fleek but
More like
Backspace
Escape
Alt
Control
Delete
I'm chill
I'm chill
All these bitches yapping bout nothing
Bitch I'm real
And I ain't got no time
To be arguing with no kids
I'm chill I'm chill
I'm chill
I'm chill
All these bitches yapping bout nothing
Bitch I'm real
And I ain't got no time
To be arguing with no kids
I'm chill
Uh
Save that drama for ya mother fucking momma though
What you shit don't make me
No fucking money hoe
Bitch I'm grown, gotta child of my own
Apply knots to ya dome
You try fuck up my throne
Can't raise these hoe's either
Cause the bitch probably dumb
But she swear she the one
And that equation was wrong
I'm just here to have fun but
Please don't ring my alarm
Cut from original cloth
And I'l set it out
I'm chill
I'm chill
All these bitches yapping bout nothing
Bitch I'm real
And I ain't got no time
To be arguing with no kids
I'm chill I'm chill
I'm chill
I'm chill
All these bitches yapping bout nothing
Bitch I'm real
And I ain't got no time
To be arguing with no kids
I'm chill
I'm chill
All these bitches yapping bout nothing
Bitch I'm real
And I ain't got no time
To be arguing with no kids
I'm chill I'm chill
I'm chill
I'm chill
All these bitches yapping bout nothing
Bitch I'm real
And I ain't got no time
To be arguing with no kids
I'm chill
Street Diva
What you thinking bout
Spitting them numbers and
Putting this pussy in ya mouth
I ain't rich yet
Just tryna work something out
You wanna play the role
Deposit cash in my account nigga uh
He see me with him and
I see me moving forward
All these bitches wack and
All them niggas know it
Real recognize a queen and
I chill back in the cut but
He ready when I leave
Have the hoe's like
What the fuck
I'm chill
I'm chill
All these bitches yapping bout nothing
Bitch I'm real
And I ain't got no time
To be arguing with no kids
I'm chill I'm chill
I'm chill
I'm chill
All these bitches yapping bout nothing
Bitch I'm real
And I ain't got no time
To be arguing with no kids
I'm chill
Hold on wait
Put on my lip gloss
Smooches to you bitches
Tell ya get loss
She done ran her miles up
Mark her half off
She cute now but
You ain't seen her with her mask off
I'm at the bar
Need a drink and cigars
And I don't come here too often
Just here to send my regards
Is it me
Or is every bitch on fleek but
More like
Backspace
Escape
Alt
Control
Delete
I'm chill
I'm chill
All these bitches yapping bout nothing
Bitch I'm real
And I ain't got no time
To be arguing with no kids
I'm chill I'm chill
I'm chill
I'm chill
All these bitches yapping bout nothing
Bitch I'm real
And I ain't got no time
To be arguing with no kids
I'm chill
Uh
Save that drama for ya mother fucking momma though
What you shit don't make me
No fucking money hoe
Bitch I'm grown, gotta child of my own
Apply knots to ya dome
You try fuck up my throne
Can't raise these hoe's either
Cause the bitch probably dumb
But she swear she the one
And that equation was wrong
I'm just here to have fun but
Please don't ring my alarm
Cut from original cloth
And I'l set it out
I'm chill
I'm chill
All these bitches yapping bout nothing
Bitch I'm real
And I ain't got no time
To be arguing with no kids
I'm chill I'm chill
I'm chill
I'm chill
All these bitches yapping bout nothing
Bitch I'm real
And I ain't got no time
To be arguing with no kids
I'm chill
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Writer(s): Lenora Evans
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