[Chorus: Omar A]
10 bands
Bitches bad
Belt on me
She's getting mad
She's getting chills
Just a tad
She is lovin' me
Don't get mad
We blow up like Baghdad(Osama!!)
When I press that launch pad
We call that chills on me
(Chills, Chills, Chills)
You got thrills on me

[Verse 1: Omar A]
Be water
I am Gucci now
Still moody how
Still feelin' down
For her
It's easy now
Kuci mane ain't fucking around
No complaint
Not making a sound
Around and around this life goes
All I can say is fuck all your hoes
(yuh)
Fuck all your hoes
How you tellin' me you love me
But don't know what love is
Man fuck this
Wasted all my time on this dumb chick
That I am done with
Never knew that love was a drug until I touched it
I’ma take my time
On next the dime that I fuck with
Cause you lied to me!
(you lied to me!)
Yea you lied to me!
I’ma take my time
On next the dime that I fuck with
Chills on me!

(Chills on me, Chills on me)

Every Girl I talk to nowadays
I swear they on display!
All they do is stab me in my back
And good for throwing shade yuh!

(Chills on me)
(Ya you lied to me)
(you got Chills on me)

Heart so cold
I can't even fucking care now
Look me in my eyes and see the struggles and the fears now
I’ve been trying shut the pain away and hope for better days
Better days
( better days, better days)

[Chorus: Omar A]
10 bands
Bitches bad
Belt on me
She's getting mad
She's getting chills
Just a tad
She is lovin' me
Don't get mad
We blow up like Baghdad(Osama!!)
When I press that launch pad
We call that chills on me
(Chills, Chills, Chills)
You got thrills on me

[Verse 2: Young Chief]
Yo
The streets be scary out here got these chills on me
These hoes be real sketchy gives these chills on me
These hoes will play you like a keyboard I'm for real homie
This generation can't tell from fake from the real homie
Got these chills on me
These hoes they keep on texting me
I don't want you up in my phone cause I know that your careless see
I see that there a pattern, these relationships they last a week
Got me sleep, so when these hoes be texting I be fast asleep
Got these chills on me
Have this feeling that these hoes will leave
But there always is a catch
They don't leave without bankruptcy
And makeup, see
They masking what they really be
They real masked up my nigga, but they seem to be the enemy
Got these chills on me
These hoes killing hearts that's kill bill 3
They will leave marks
The scars they'll leave
You'll make no progression the start you'll be
Been alone for like 15 years, so I don't need no extra me
So if I don't include you my life
Then don't be harassing me
Don't matter if you are classy
You thick or your ashy
You flat or a baddie
You perky or lacking
Cause I'm not playing these games no more
I'm not trying to get my heart broken, I'm not having it no more
All about these dubs nigga, never racking L's on a hoe no more

[Chorus: Omar A, Young Chief]
10 bands
Bitches bad
Belt on me
She's getting mad
She's getting chills
Just a tad
She is lovin' me
Don't get mad
We blow up like Baghdad(Osama!!)
When I press that launch pad
We call that chills on me
(Chills, Chills, Chills)
You got thrills on me

[Bridge: Omar A, Young Chief]
Like Goddamn you disgust me hoe
Goddamn, cannot trust these hoes
Goddamn, you can't fuck with these hoes
Fuck with these hoes
Fuck with these hoes
Goddamn, had enough of these hoes
Break my heart then I will show you what you missed on
Glow up, all this ice on my wrist uhh
Glowin' up, iceberg is what we is uhh

[Verse 3: Lil Okbi]
I am the meanest of all
Nobody wanna brawl
Like we in football
Always standin' tall
Proclaim the scene
I am hella mean
I am hella clean
Mr.clean
Call me fake like drake
(yuh)
But I ain't no snake like KD
I kill motherfuckers on the daily
This shit got me feeling like hades
Chills on me (never knew that love was a drug until I touched it)
Yea you lied to me
Chills on me (never knew that love was a drug until I touched it)
Yea you lied to me

[Omar A]
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