Текст песни: T.I. - Chillin` With My Bitch



[Verse 1]


I left the kids at the crib, and the squad in the trap


Now I`m in the two-seater with my broad in my lap


The alpines beatin`, but I`m far away from rappin`


Bumpin` Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps, I


Put up my blues, put on some tailor made slacks


Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that?


Button down, cufflinks, hair cut, no hat


Just felt like gettin` clean and show I know how to act


At Neiman & Marcus let my girl blow three or four stacks


Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I`m relaxed


In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats


But then real close by, niggaz better know that





(Chorus) [Jazze Pha]


I ain`t hangin` with my niggaz, pullin` no triggaz


I`ll be back to the trap, but for now


I`m chillin` with my bitch today, I`m chillin` with my bitch today


I ain`t hangin` with my potnaz, I`m out eatin` lobster


I`m on some grown man shit, ya dig


I`m chillin` with my bitch today, I`m chillin` with my bitch today





[Verse 2]


This shit look hard, no drama from none of my baby mama`s


With my hottie, takin` shots of ??? in the Hummer


Known to kick it like we riches, got Richie and Madonna


Or either Will and Jada, on vacation for the summer


Me and my lil` mama, blowin` big as we wanna


Gotta big sack of some of that shit from California


A bottle of Patron and a six pack of Corona


Dro aroma got the six hot steamin` like a sauna


So I let the top back and I bend anotha corner


Check into the W, so I can put it on her


Got the suite for a week, but we can stay a lil` longer


I ain`t trippin`, that`s the shit that make relationships stronger





[Chorus] - repeat





(Hook)


Tonight I`m gon chill with my lady friend


She the type to keep a nigga open


I`m chillin` with my bitch today





(Verse 3)


I left the stress in the streets and I`m a long way from home


Put up the vest and the chrome, even through with my phone


My potnaz don`t wanna be on the shit that I`m on mayne


Livin` life and kickin` it like a grown man


Sittin` in the sand, drinkin` pina coladas


With a double shot of rum, just chillin` right by the water


No judges, no lawyers, in a whole `nother world


Just a bottle and this ??? dro, blowin` with my girl





[Chorus] - repeat





Repeat [Hook]
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[Verse 1]


I left the kids at the crib, and the squad in the trap


Now I`m in the two-seater with my broad in my lap


The alpines beatin`, but I`m far away from rappin`


Bumpin` Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps, I


Put up my blues, put on some tailor made slacks


Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that?


Button down, cufflinks, hair cut, no hat


Just felt like gettin` clean and show I know how to act


At Neiman & Marcus let my girl blow three or four stacks


Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I`m relaxed


In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats


But then real close by, niggaz better know that





(Chorus) [Jazze Pha]


I ain`t hangin` with my niggaz, pullin` no triggaz


I`ll be back to the trap, but for now


I`m chillin` with my bitch today, I`m chillin` with my bitch today


I ain`t hangin` with my potnaz, I`m out eatin` lobster


I`m on some grown man shit, ya dig


I`m chillin` with my bitch today, I`m chillin` with my bitch today





[Verse 2]


This shit look hard, no drama from none of my baby mama`s


With my hottie, takin` shots of ??? in the Hummer


Known to kick it like we riches, got Richie and Madonna


Or either Will and Jada, on vacation for the summer


Me and my lil` mama, blowin` big as we wanna


Gotta big sack of some of that shit from California


A bottle of Patron and a six pack of Corona


Dro aroma got the six hot steamin` like a sauna


So I let the top back and I bend anotha corner


Check into the W, so I can put it on her


Got the suite for a week, but we can stay a lil` longer


I ain`t trippin`, that`s the shit that make relationships stronger





[Chorus] - repeat





(Hook)


Tonight I`m gon chill with my lady friend


She the type to keep a nigga open


I`m chillin` with my bitch today





(Verse 3)


I left the stress in the streets and I`m a long way from home


Put up the vest and the chrome, even through with my phone


My potnaz don`t wanna be on the shit that I`m on mayne


Livin` life and kickin` it like a grown man


Sittin` in the sand, drinkin` pina coladas


With a double shot of rum, just chillin` right by the water


No judges, no lawyers, in a whole `nother world


Just a bottle and this ??? dro, blowin` with my girl





[Chorus] - repeat





Repeat [Hook]
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