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Rae Sremmurd ft. Kodak Black – Real Chill (Official Video)

Rae Sremmurd ft. Kodak Black – Real Chill (Official Video)

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  1. Kodak rode that beat like a beast!!

    His delivery is mad underrated. He even changed his delivery after the beat picked up.

  2. LYRICS:
    [Intro: Swae Lee]
    They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside down
    They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside down

    [Hook: Swae Lee]
    My homies the real deal
    We smokin' that kill-kill
    She shake it, it feel real
    The paper flowin' still
    Now that bitch wanna chill
    And the shit stay chill
    My homies the real deal
    We smokin' that kill-kill
    She shake it, it feel real
    The paper flowin' still
    Now that bitch wanna chill
    And the shit stay chill

    [Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
    My homie the real deal
    The big watch on, feel like Ben 10
    Hell yeah nigga Slim Jxm
    In this motherfucker with a big grip, bitch
    Nigga get a grip
    I can't get a grip, man this bitch a flip
    Walked in, throwin' the cash like nerfs
    Girl you better put that ass to work
    Can a nigga hold the cam like Kirk
    Big diamonds on my mouth when I burp
    Big rims when I skrt-skrt
    Woah, leave my prints in the dirt, yeah
    Leave them broke niggas hurt, uh
    I'm that nigga, fuck you heard
    A young nigga so superb
    A cool Herc on the Earth
    Swag, yeah
    Frank Lucas with a grill
    All these hoes wanna chill
    Must have seen a nigga skills
    Pockets fat, Uncle Phil
    Girls on me like Will
    All the ladies love Jxm, for real

    [Hook: Swae Lee]
    My homies the real deal
    We smokin' that kill-kill
    She shake it, it feel real
    The paper flowin' still
    Now that bitch wanna chill
    And the shit stay chill
    My homies the real deal
    We smokin' that kill-kill
    She shake it, it feel real
    The paper flowin' still
    Now that bitch wanna chill
    And the shit stay chill

    [Verse 2: Kodak Black]
    They tellin' me slow down (slow down)
    They gave me a chill pill (chill out)
    Because I was Spend Ben (Spend Ben)
    They know I would Kill Bill (hit him)
    I walk round Ben still (ben still)
    I'm still on them pills still (jigga-jigga)
    I spit that real shit (real)
    I call it real spill (real spill)
    I need like 10 mil, I need to put my momma in a big crib
    She be tellin' me "baby boy don't steal"
    I ain't listen to her cause I still steal
    One snap in, I put some racks in my grill
    No weapons allowed, I brought my strap in here still
    All I smoke is loud yeah, it's gon' blast in your ear
    Man I'm high as the cloud, I'm on a new atmosphere
    Gotta hold my niggas down till they get back here
    Don't come over here 'cause you will get clapped here

    [Hook: Swae Lee]
    My homies the real deal
    We smokin' that kill-kill
    She shake it, it feel real
    The paper flowin' still
    Now that bitch wanna chill
    And the shit stay chill
    My homies the real deal
    We smokin' that kill-kill
    She shake it, it feel real
    The paper flowin' still
    Now that bitch wanna chill
    And the shit stay chill

    [Verse 3: Swae Lee]
    Spittin' game to that girl and her friend
    I got dressed, left the crib, set the trend
    If you ask me, it all spends
    I'm from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse (let's cleanse)
    I can't even cruise because I got a spoiler
    Hit the store, buy the store, let's not loiter (loiter)
    Hit the club, need a drink, need a skank (I got it)
    The club promoter said "Swae Lee you off of the chain"

    [Hook: Swae Lee]
    My homies the real deal
    We smokin' that kill-kill
    She shake it, it feel real
    The paper flowin' still
    Now that bitch wanna chill
    And the shit stay chill
    My homies the real deal
    We smokin' that kill-kill
    She shake it, it feel real
    The paper flowin' still
    Now that bitch wanna chill
    And the shit stay chill

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