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Chilly Will

de Spank Rock

Lets make this money like Olsons
Well, more like Big or Orson Welles
Real nigger with stories to tell
106 got souls for sale
Hasids on my kosher dill
I took New York like Cloverfield
Now I want to go west (like Kanye?)
I was thinking more Cornell
Groupies throw their goodies like pennies down the wishing well
Think they know me cause they saw me with my dick out in the Sofitel
Bless my mic and hold it well
Bitch come be my Vicki Vale
The only thing PG bout me is Tofer
Fuck the world for real
How hip hop dying I ain’t lying
Stiff though I've been sick for years
These niggers just don't wanna take it there
Stop for a few years just to make it fair
But why when I got ‘em up in the club
Like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Who's got the keys to my car
I don't know, I don't know
I want to be where you are
I know, I know, I know

Take my picture
I make it rain till the soil gets richer
Till the seeds rupture and reach their
Bloom and flaunt their features
You ain’t no star
We don't really care who you are
Just two tits out a bra
Just two lips on my balls
Boo bitch you stripped for a blog?
Everybody wants to get into a scene to be seen
Don't want to contribute
All for themselves, won’t pay tribute
Me? I'm too strong
You don't need to dilute
I see you, you roll on through
Go save yourself, can’t save me too
Repent at the gates but until I do
I'ma do me, you go and do you

I want to see how far
Go till the road gets dark
Chasing the lines on tar
Till I am where you are
Who's got the keys to my car
I don't know, I don't know
I want to be where you are
I know, I know, I know

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