Gods Don’t Chill(Album Version|Explicit) - Murphy Lee

Noow just to prove I ain't different from you
Derrty I ain't nothin' to do
I just want to take a break
No stress
No play
I just want to lay and
Chill at the crib all day
No no no no
It's time to get that a*s off of the couch
Get up
It's Friday night you gotta get the f**k out
Get the f**k out
Okay I got nothin' to say
Cause we been chillin' at the crib all day
We chiefin' laid back loungin' like 3 pimps in the shade
Me Murph we take a pair we at it again
Well OK you should have nothin' to say
We guarantee it goin' be another hit man ok
For your reference I been inside the house since 6
Bakin' up bars of rap chiefin' and munchin' on chips
Now should I go dip debate what style and color to get
We go out we don't go out this strickly parkin' lot pimpin'
That there sounds like a nice game plan
Nice thangs wit thick frames no need to think twice man
Pick up some bud pick up my boys wipe off my dubs
Hittin' on chickens and buckets so what they rollin' on hubs
I'm honkin' my horn like a animal straight from the barn
So what if they foreign Prince don't discriminate not 1
Outrageously my baby mama pagin' me
I been at the crib all day so it's crazy see
Now usually I get my way
Hit my hay yeah sip my drank
Let the phone just ring while I pick my place
Smashin' in John Madden whuppin' everybody a*s
And it's a fact Green Bay sendin' em Packin'
Man it's goin' on a three day thrashin'
F**k this for real why'all I need some action
Aw man Murph don't want to drive the Benz
But he's too busy tryin' to dodge his friends
I just want to go back outside again
Get high again sippin' Heineken's
Grab my 22 inch wired rims
Hit the street got b***hes pilin' in
Wait 'til this n***a get through ironin'
Jacob up f**k this game I'm retirin'
St Louis
Murphy Lee what size drawers ya need
A 36 38 cause 40 be too big
And hurry up so I can get out the crib
Babysit
I love my nieces and nephews but I ain't got no kids
And s**t hurry up before the bank close
Boy you ain't goin' to no bank you prolly gonna see sum h*es
Ah I guess my sista know a brotha
I'm a nasty mothersucker cause I'm poppin' wit cornbread and butter
Cause there ain't nuttin' like booty in the daytime
Look at it wiggle sunshinin' on the waistline
And matter fact f**k the whole nine
The whole time I'm thinkin' bout this party goin' downtown
I had to get my a*s outta the bed
Ah get up
Ain't nothin' like a lil' last minute head
Ah you right
Plus I see this girl like twice a week
And my granny made macaroni n cheese
So I'm out