Released on October 27, 2016

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[Hook: Pleasure P]

No chill, no chill

These bitches, these bitches ain't got no chill

No chill, no chill, no chill

These bitches, these bitches ain't got no chill

No chill, no chill, no chill

These bitches, these bitches ain't got no chill

No chill, no chill, no chill

These bitches, these bitches ain't got no chill

No chill


[Verse 1: Pleasure P]

I got a pocket full of paper

And girl, I wanna see you later

Maybe take you on a date night

I wanna show you to the good life

You just wanna pop that pussy

So I'ma let you pop that pussy

You talk a whole lot of shit

But how you like to suck it with a whole lot of spit?

You be turned up all night

And goddamn it, I love your ratchet way

You a freak in the night

But when the sun come up, you get classy, babe


[Hook: Pleasure P]

No chill, no chill

These bitches, these bitches ain't got no chill

No chill, no chill, no chill

These bitches, these bitches ain't got no chill

No chill, no chill, no chill

These bitches, these bitches ain't got no chill

No chill, no chill, no chill

These bitches, these bitches ain't got no chill

No chill


[Verse 2: Spectacular]

She sexy, but a certified hoodrat

Take her to the hills where I count the mills at

Put the pressure on her, make her feel that

Hit it from the back, put it where her ribs at

No chill, left the kids with her mama

Baby daddy ain't around 'cause he couldn't take the drama

She like her ass up with her face down

Since I left the city, you've been acting strange now

I'm on a plane, eating bread overseas

What you make in one year, I can get it in a week

She a freak, even try to take money out my sleep

Had to get the homegirl to snatch her ass by the weave

Come on


[Hook: Pleasure P]

No chill, no chill

These bitches, these bitches ain't got no chill

No chill, no chill, no chill

These bitches, these bitches ain't got no chill

No chill, no chill, no chill

These bitches, these bitches ain't got no chill

No chill, no chill, no chill

These bitches, these bitches ain't got no chill

No chill


[Verse 3: Too $hort]

Chill out, bitch

Stop touching shit, stop running your lips

Unless my dick is between it, shut your mouth

She said, "Hell naw, nigga", and jumped on my couch

And started dancing real freaky, fuck it

Go 'head, suck it, when I cum, no ducking

Bitch, I'm on one now

Act wild when you come to my house 'cause I don't give a fuck

I'll treat you like a lady or a slut

Either way, you gon' be tasting my nut

It's Too $hort from the Bay, you know what's up

Give it all to me, but it ain't enough

Bitch


[Hook: Pleasure P]

No chill, no chill

These bitches, these bitches ain't got no chill

No chill, no chill, no chill

These bitches, these bitches ain't got no chill

No chill, no chill, no chill

These bitches, these bitches ain't got no chill

No chill, no chill, no chill

These bitches, these bitches ain't got no chill

No chill