Spectacular - No Chill lyrics

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Spectacular - No Chill lyrics

[Hook: Pleasure P] No chill, no chill These b**hes, these b**hes ain't got no chill No chill, no chill, no chill These b**hes, these b**hes ain't got no chill No chill, no chill, no chill These b**hes, these b**hes ain't got no chill No chill, no chill, no chill These b**hes, these b**hes 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**y So I'ma let you pop that p**y You talk a whole lot of sh** But how you like to s** it with a whole lot of spit? You be turned up all night And goddamn it, I love your ratchet way You a freak in the night But when the sun come up, you get cla**y, babe [Hook: Pleasure P] No chill, no chill These b**hes, these b**hes ain't got no chill No chill, no chill, no chill These b**hes, these b**hes ain't got no chill No chill, no chill, no chill These b**hes, these b**hes ain't got no chill No chill, no chill, no chill These b**hes, these b**hes ain't got no chill No chill [Verse 2: Spectacular] She s**y, 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 a** 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 snatch her a** by the weave Come on [Hook: Pleasure P] No chill, no chill These b**hes, these b**hes ain't got no chill No chill, no chill, no chill These b**hes, these b**hes ain't got no chill No chill, no chill, no chill These b**hes, these b**hes ain't got no chill No chill, no chill, no chill These b**hes, these b**hes ain't got no chill No chill [Verse 3: Too $hort] Chill out, b**h Stop touching sh**, stop running your lips Unless my dick is between it, shut your mouth She said, "Hell naw, n***a", and jumped on my couch And started dancing real freaky, f** it Go 'head, s** it, when I cum, no ducking b**h, I'm on one now Act wild when you come to my house 'cause I don't give a f** I'll treat you like a lady or a s*ut 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**h [Hook: Pleasure P] No chill, no chill These b**hes, these b**hes ain't got no chill No chill, no chill, no chill These b**hes, these b**hes ain't got no chill No chill, no chill, no chill These b**hes, these b**hes ain't got no chill No chill, no chill, no chill These b**hes, these b**hes ain't got no chill No chill

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