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Chilled Coughphee Lyrics

feat. Devin the Dude

from Pilot Talk

"Chilled Coughphee" is track #11 on the album Pilot Talk. It was written by Franklin, Shante / Copeland, Devin C / Willis, David.
"Chilled Coughphee" is track #11 on the album Pilot Talk. It was written by Franklin, Shante / Copeland, Devin C / Willis, David.

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[Devin The Dude:]
I'm Puffin
I never get enough in
I never cook coke up on the stovetop
But I'm stuffin these nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt
But it's trapped inside a rubber
Should I flush that hoe out?
To use again? Well it depends do I have another one
I cuss for fun
Too cool to have to buss a gun
I don't have to duck and run
I could fuck a bum up quick
But that's some tenth grade shit
And it's all about chillin smilin laughin
So you know I'm willin hollin and I'm grabbin
At a freak before I leave best believe I'm weeded
You rollin that billie jean bitch BEAT IT
And you see that we the niggaz who smoke the most
People propose a toast from coast to coast
But it don't even matter whose the highest
Cause if it ain't dope
Their ain't no hope
They ain't gone buy it

Quarter tank of gas in my seven one double S
Quarter bag mostly shake but this ol have to due I guess
GPS loaded with the coordinates
Of this bitch crib to receive love and nourishment
In the form of joints rolled, Drinks poured
Her in nothing but a robe, playin her roll
I saw the mack when I was only 11 years old
And I swore to never be a simp for a hoe
Approach the closed do'
It crack open before my eyes
Shorty with a doobie of her own I am not surprised
Cause I don't kick it on the low
With no bitches that don't get high
Wrap me a to go plate and ask if I want her to drive
Cause I got far too much on my mind
Industrial size gears I'm caught in a grind
At your grandma's house
Plastic cover the couch
Before I sit down
She question me for smellin like a pound

Franklin, Shante / Copeland, Devin C / Willis, David

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