Lil Wayne - Just Chill lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] [?] got a haircut Mu in this b**h, Scoob in this b**h with me [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] So much sh** on my mind, I just hope I don’t smell like it The motherf**ers pointing fingers Be the same ones that have nail bitin’ Real n***as, still real n***as, you new n***as, just lil’ n***as When ya sh** fall, don’t be surprised Acting like you didn’t hear timber I’m caffeinated, I’m half-sedated I started from the bottom, I gravitated I’m validated, I’m a trigger happy n***a And it’s sad to say it, but I had to say it I had to do it, I had to stunt, act like I had what I had for once With all of my thank yous added up I still can’t thank Birdman enough, I woke up in a new Tyra Banks I’ve been gettin’ money since Shabba Ranks The car I’m in brand spankin’ new, it just got spanked Real n***as say rest in peace to DJ Screw Rest in peace to Pimp C too f** your bulletproof vest, blat, I still need proof, my n***a I hate you like mustard, I’m disgustin’ I’m aiming at your chest, hit your face, I’m just rusty Cherish every step that we take, some of us clumsy Lookin’ for a breath of fresh air, it’s hidin’ from me, f** Mall roll it up in the leaf, weed stronger than Zangief I last longer than an antique, her p**y cummin’ like a stampede She cooks, f**s and clean, the type of b**h that every man need The type of b**h that every man leave That ain’t cool, and she wearin’ sleeves, but chill, just chill [Chorus: Justin Bieber] Girl, you gotta chill, uh, I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah Girl, you gotta chill, uh, you know that I’ll always keep it real You just need to chill, oh, oh Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) Yeah, girl, you gotta chill [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] You could f** all these b**hes, except my b**hes Yeah right, I wish, with all three wishes Man I swear she got too attached, had to cut the umbilical Man I swear I’m so armed, I feel like I got tentacles n***as bumpin’ their gums, I feel like Orajel Got ’em scratchin’ their head, combin’ out broken nails See I give ’em my love, but I’m an indian giver Got my ear to the streets, I hear the enemy whisper I break the bank with a sledgehammer Cellphone rings like Saturn b**h let a n***a breathe, breathe like a dragon I hide money everywhere, that’s my hidden talent One time for them gangstas, f** that, two times for them gangstas If you got a problem, I’ll fix that like, yeah n***a I’m maintenance Got a bad b**h and she anxious, b**h, you just an acquaintance I’ll ask a rat, “Why be a rat?” then k** him while he explainin’ Tell your foot soldiers to walk light, handful of real n***as left And if any n***a wanna step to me tell ’em hurry up and take bigger steps My b**h deep, I get in depth, that’s what the f** I’m talkin’ ’bout She dyed her p**y hair red, she said she had to roll the red carpet out That’s real So real [Chorus: Justin Bieber] Yeah, you know that I’ll always keep it real You just need to chill, oh, oh Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah, girl you gotta chill Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) Yeah, girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill Girl, you gotta chill [Outro: French Montana & Justin Bieber] Yeah, Tunechi Shawty is you gon’ ride ’til it’s over? (Ride, ’til it’s over) Man we gettin’ high, never sober (High, never sober) Still ridin’ dirty ’til it’s over (haaan, ayy, ayy, ayy)