No Chill by Lucy Camp

No chill
I’m a no chill chickie
Take your hoe still
Take your hoe still with me
It take no skill
It take no skill really
Ain’t got no chill
No chill, no chill


Im no chill luc-
Im no chill luc-
Im no chill lucy
Always with a dime like loose change
People in the past saying luz changed
Said they hate when I got a juice drank
Why?
Take my juice straight
When I buy a lady bottled liquor all I know is that lady better her caboose hang
Woo
Make a baddie my life then
Turn her into raccoon face
Juggling a bitch and then i’m juggling another
Gotta do it Archie Andrews way
Im such a motherfucking god damn light weight I weigh what a balloon weighs
Blacking on less than half of the henny by the end ima need a brand new brain
He wanna love me I say read what my tattoo say
Grew up with a daddy but no mama that’s why i can’t choose hey
Hey
That’s why i’m in the booth
hey
Hey
And I never tell the truth
hey
And they never know what to say
All them motherfuckers too sane
Vamoose
I don’t want you hoe
Sad news
I go hot and cold
Have mercy
Know my papa don’t
Approve
I won’t drop it low to curtesy
Told my papa don’t
Assume
Bitches talk in their late 30’s, hear there’s drama
Then accuse
She was fucking on that dude
So I guess i’ll fuck that dude
I got tension in my back
Make that dude my back masseuse
You got weapons in that bag
I guess I could pack them too
Trust me if I had the strap
You would blow that like kazoos

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