Just Chill by Slim Thug

Just Chill by Slim Thug Just chill, ho Let me work my, let me work my Let me work, let me work my wheel slow Tell me how it feel, ho Just chill, ho Let me work my, let me work my Let me work, let me work my wheel slow Tell me how it feel ho Just chill ho Let me work my, let me work my Let me work, let me work my wheel slow Tell me how it feel ho Just chill ho Let me work my, let me work my Let me work, let me work my wheel slow Tell me how it feel ho Just chill ho Just chill ho Just chill, ho, be still, ho I'm working wood real slow while my grill glow She say she on the pill though And I'm puffing kush by the pillows Wrapped up with cigarillos So hell yeah ni*** still throwed Rolled eighty-fours, fresh set of vouges When I'm on the road slap so cold Drank poured, I'm a syrup-aholic Watch the crib when the po is crawling Was broke, but now I'm balling Used to cap, but now they calling She's ready to ride, ain't no stalling Her and her friend, yeah they all in She shotgun on my shotgun, I blast off and mash off Took 'em to the pad on that note Gave 'em something they can brag about Thug boss, toe tag 'em out Kill 'em, make 'em feel it She say she tired of y'all fake niggas She wanna ride with the realest Just chill, ho, let me work this wheel slow I gotta crack my window cause of the indo Got your mind on nympho So let me beat your tempo with your mental Pimp pimp primp roll I get you stuck like limbo Cause I'm Southern-playalistic super fly to keep it real You don't know what you in for So stop and roll up and pour up fours up, su-su-sucka Shug a brother, gripping grain, hogging lanes Diamonds pressed against my knuckles, bitch I did it big, put on for my team Don't be twisted now to pushing buttons, ho Can't be cutting all this bass and your thoughts are scream You gonna shake? Do it under these things You gonna front? Get the f*** out my ride This shit here ain't a one time thing Be grateful that I let you slide And not your friend, and not her partner Cause she was a bopper and claim she twerk But you was a top notch bitch and back Why a pimp ni*** had to chose you first? I'm not to be fuc*** with, me and you ain't partners You steady talking that fame shit, well this flow's one of a kind I'm plotting on my next move while you resting quiet and slumber See me I'm 'bout my commas, dollars cause Big Sant bitch on the come up It's that motherfucking OG again Let me tell you something about me again By seeing wind and I'mma take the shot I'll give her me, but she a V again She take the cock, bird ass ho Gonna run the block to ring a knock A few drunken pops