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chillinit – susan’s son كلمات اغاني

[intro]
who would’ve thought forever would be forever
family is for life, i learnt that sh_t real talk
im content, what can i say
i’m living good homie what can i say
imma just keep it simple

[verse 1]
check
in brutal times i would crucial provide
daddy told me turn my nikes to suits and to tie
and now if jobs are out of line i make [?]
cause she can make my pieces fit the part till it’s music for life
(yeah, yeah)
if management’s my leg then the suits are my spine
i’d frolic ’round their wallet with stupider times
i leave my ma’ to go f_ck with the booty and wine
then i come back home and cuss [?]
bad pains from the bad days
momma carried chill so long, i gave the woman back pain
but now i’ve rapped so long i run the f_cking rap game
ma’ give me a year or two i’ll probably push this packed strain and get rich
hundred racks that i made in j_pan
shoutout my brother ben, he’s back and he’s blazing the gram
i ain’t really got no strap and it made me a man
i told my label “keep the cash i can pay the advance”
it’s 420 f_cking fam
we don’t f_ck around [?]
[?](brothers double down)
bad rapper, all my brothers on the b_ttons now
i built it from the bottom up and real fans are f_cking proud
that’s real talk
[bridge]
i can’t even explain it man, like the real fans would be proud, like
my mum, my bro, my dad we smilin’, we wealthy, we healthy
for the rest of my life
it’s all for my f_ckin’ mum, that’s the craziest sh_t
im always gon’ be susan’s son
let me talk about these f_cking facts

[verse 2]
ever since this dirty cat was double size
i lived in brick veneers but hung in dirty traps
let me keep it real, i was like the bernie mac
was laughing until i’m high and then i die, i go and burn the pack
but f_ck drugs (real talk) cause now we tryna burn it back
now i want my broski up in uni doing learning stats
and now my broski’s on the deck and he can burn your track
and he ain’t gonna play your clubbing set unless it’s thirty racks so f_cking pay
lobster’s on the table now (yeah)
went from mobsters to some doctors at the cable house
dropped a body bag and started up a label now
and told virgin “f_ck all of these virgin rappers, pay me now, i’m blowing up” (mmh)
my family’s legit with beers?
i [caught/called?] some wh0res [?], and now i hit and miss
i need a little more, dishes, chores, little kids i adore
lord need a family and bigger crib, like dad does
super smart, stupid dumb
poppa said “f_ck em’ all son, you still the one”
and i know your group is big, and all your groupies f_ck
but come back home and get reminded that your susan’s son
your susan’s son
[outro]
and this music, is music man
go drive in this whip you deserve it man
i want you to know i’m high as f_ck in this studio
smilin my ass off
and i hope if you are listening you are too

forever motherf_cker

- chillinit

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