Gods Don't Chill (Album Version|Explicit)

Noow just to prove I ain't different from you

Derrty I ain't nothin' to do

I just want to take a break

No stress

No play

I just want to lay and

Chill at the crib all day

No no no no

It's time to get that a*s off of the couch

Get up

It's Friday night you gotta get the f**k out

Get the f**k out

Okay I got nothin' to say

Cause we been chillin' at the crib all day

We chiefin' laid back loungin' like 3 pimps in the shade

Me Murph we take a pair we at it again

Well OK you should have nothin' to say

We guarantee it goin' be another hit man ok

For your reference I been inside the house since 6

Bakin' up bars of rap chiefin' and munchin' on chips

Now should I go dip debate what style and color to get

We go out we don't go out this strickly parkin' lot pimpin'

That there sounds like a nice game plan

Nice thangs wit thick frames no need to think twice man

Pick up some bud pick up my boys wipe off my dubs

Hittin' on chickens and buckets so what they rollin' on hubs

I'm honkin' my horn like a animal straight from the barn

So what if they foreign Prince don't discriminate not 1

Outrageously my baby mama pagin' me

I been at the crib all day so it's crazy see

Now usually I get my way

Hit my hay yeah sip my drank

Let the phone just ring while I pick my place

Smashin' in John Madden whuppin' everybody a*s

And it's a fact Green Bay sendin' em Packin'

Man it's goin' on a three day thrashin'

F**k this for real why'all I need some action

Aw man Murph don't want to drive the Benz

But he's too busy tryin' to dodge his friends

I just want to go back outside again

Get high again sippin' Heineken's

Grab my 22 inch wired rims

Hit the street got b***hes pilin' in

Wait 'til this n***a get through ironin'

Jacob up f**k this game I'm retirin'

St Louis

Murphy Lee what size drawers ya need

A 36 38 cause 40 be too big

And hurry up so I can get out the crib

Babysit

I love my nieces and nephews but I ain't got no kids

And s**t hurry up before the bank close

Boy you ain't goin' to no bank you prolly gonna see sum h*es

Ah I guess my sista know a brotha

I'm a nasty mothersucker cause I'm poppin' wit cornbread and butter

Cause there ain't nuttin' like booty in the daytime

Look at it wiggle sunshinin' on the waistline

And matter fact f**k the whole nine

The whole time I'm thinkin' bout this party goin' downtown

I had to get my a*s outta the bed

Ah get up

Ain't nothin' like a lil' last minute head

Ah you right

Plus I see this girl like twice a week

And my granny made macaroni n cheese

So I'm out