No Chill

Lyrics

[Chorus: Beat King] I'm in love with these strippers, low key Them tatted up bitches make me weak [?] pussy for a G Tell the broke niggas they gotta pay a fee In this club turned up, no chill Pop that pussy for these hundred dollar bills [?] got me feeling trill In this club turned up, no chill [Verse 1: Beat King] Turned up and got no chill [?] got no [?] She been tweeking three days straight R.I.P. the club [?] Two bad bitches, two bad friends [?] I'm so trill Club god got three cars Big house with no deal Throw that ass for [?] Fuck my niggas for [?] Getting head from two hoes That's two mouths with four heads H Town to the A Town Ass up, face down Club god, you gon forget [?] I hit her asswith that fake smile I keep a bad bitch in the Coupe Pop the pussy like you from [?] You getting paper, salute Pour up some liquor for my niggaLil Snoop In this club and I'm [?] [?] Throwing these bands up at the ceiling Now she want the dick, bitch just a minute [Chorus: Beat King] I'm in love with these strippers, low key Them tatted up bitches make me weak [?] pussy for a G Tell the broke niggas they gotta pay a fee In this club turned up, no chill Pop that pussy for these hundred dollar bills [?] got me feeling trill In this club turned up, no chill [Verse 2: Stuey Rock] I'm turned up with these bands on Trying to put my mans on So [?] Cause I'm hands on I'm blowing bands like a fan on Ain't gotta flex, I go ham on See I'm the man homie That H Town, that club god, that's fam homie [?] turn up We riding with that burner And they gon pop they pussy if we throw a couple hundred bands [?] sell that pussy if them bands will make her dance All these hoes gon be on you if you got that money That's why I just fuck them, then pass them to the homies So pop your pussy, no need for no conversation No relaxing, [?] you just entertainment [Chorus: Beat King] I'm in love with these strippers, low key Them tatted up bitches make me weak [?] pussy for a G Tell the broke niggas they gotta pay a fee In this club turned up, no chill Pop that pussy for these hundred dollar bills [?] got me feeling trill In this club turned up, no chill [Verse 3: Slim Thug] Turn up, back to back, we burn up Club packed when we show up Every night we pour up Every hood, they know us All the bad hoes chose us First [?] [?] [?] no chill Tell the waitress bring more [?] Bands keep on bussing I'm leaving here with nothing [?] the baddest [?] best asses [?] That H Town [?] Bostin George got a mean [?] Got him on the Molly, stay going hard [?] swap them out [?] know what I'm talking bout Got the whole club turned up This bitch off the chain man [?], so you know this ho gon bang man [Chorus: Beat King] I'm in love with these strippers, low key Them tatted up bitches make me weak [?] pussy for a G Tell the broke niggas they gotta pay a fee In this club turned up, no chill Pop that pussy for these hundred dollar bills [?] got me feeling trill In this club turned up, no chill