Bobby Chill lyrics

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[Hook]
On the purple hill, Bobby Chill
Mixing pills and i can’t feel
You, that’s the truth
Like i’m coming from the GQ, so f*ck you [x2]

[Verse]
Sippin’ lean, lookin’ clean
I’m winning, charlie sheen
Hair looks like ODB
b*tch f*ck with me
Cause i got that woop-woop!
I feel blessed by Based God
f*ck what you got, i’m hot, you’re not
b*tch sucking good, i forgot her name
That’s why i call her novacane
Got versace ashtray, blowing mary jane
I feel like Spider Mane
Nothing to explain, living for the day
Living outside the frame
Wavy ways all day
Bombay, balmain, f*ck umbrella, make it rain
I’m on my own way, f*ck corporations, there my own outbreak

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Now you know i’m on the hill, doe
On the hill, yea
High to the top, swimming in the clouds [x2]

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