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[hook: pleasure p]
no chill, no chill
these b-tches, these b-tches ain’t got no chill
no chill, no chill, no chill
these b-tches, these b-tches ain’t got no chill
no chill, no chill, no chill
these b-tches, these b-tches ain’t got no chill
no chill, no chill, no chill
these b-tches, these b-tches ain’t got no chill
no chill

[verse 1: pleasure p]
i got a pocket full of paper
and girl, i wanna see you later
maybe take you on a date night
i wanna show you to the good life
you just wanna pop that p-ssy
so i’ma let you pop that p-ssy
you talk a whole lot of sh-t
but how you like to suck it with a whole lot of spit?
you be turned up all night
and godd-mn it, i love your ratchet way
you a freak in the night
but when the sun come up, you get cl-ssy, babe

[hook: pleasure p]
no chill, no chill
these b-tches, these b-tches ain’t got no chill
no chill, no chill, no chill
these b-tches, these b-tches ain’t got no chill
no chill, no chill, no chill
these b-tches, these b-tches ain’t got no chill
no chill, no chill, no chill
these b-tches, these b-tches ain’t got no chill
no chill

[verse 2: spectacular]
she s-xy, but a certified hoodrat
take her to the hills where i count the mills at
put the pressure on her, make her feel that
hit it from the back, put it where her ribs at
no chill, left the kids with her mama
baby daddy ain’t around ’cause he couldn’t take the drama
she like her -ss up with her face down
since i left the city, you’ve been acting strange now
i’m on a plane, eating bread overseas
what you make in one year, i can get it in a week
she a freak, even try to take money out my sleep
had to get the homegirl to sn-tch her -ss by the weave
come on

[hook: pleasure p]
no chill, no chill
these b-tches, these b-tches ain’t got no chill
no chill, no chill, no chill
these b-tches, these b-tches ain’t got no chill
no chill, no chill, no chill
these b-tches, these b-tches ain’t got no chill
no chill, no chill, no chill
these b-tches, these b-tches ain’t got no chill
no chill

[verse 3: too $hort]
chill out, b-tch
stop touching sh-t, stop running your lips
unless my d-ck is between it, shut your mouth
she said, “h-ll naw, n-gg-“, and jumped on my couch
and started dancing real freaky, f-ck it
go ‘head, suck it, when i c-m, no ducking
b-tch, i’m on one now
act wild when you come to my house ’cause i don’t give a f-ck
i’ll treat you like a lady or a sl-t
either way, you gon’ be tasting my nut
it’s too $hort from the bay, you know what’s up
give it all to me, but it ain’t enough
b-tch

[hook: pleasure p]
no chill, no chill
these b-tches, these b-tches ain’t got no chill
no chill, no chill, no chill
these b-tches, these b-tches ain’t got no chill
no chill, no chill, no chill
these b-tches, these b-tches ain’t got no chill
no chill, no chill, no chill
these b-tches, these b-tches ain’t got no chill
no chill

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