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Skrillex

Genres: Electronic

No Chill Lyrics - Skrillex

Yeah, hooligans 

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill 

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill 

 

I told Sonny warm the beat up, shit is freezin', he ain't got no chill 

I ain't got none either, keep a flow right off the heater 

To my team I'm Derek Jeter, I got hits, I'm in the field 

With a halo on my deal, I signed to Hov, I'm lightskin Jesus 

Hallelujah, hallelujah, you do you, more power to ya 

I'mma test drive that xDrive, pussy wet it just got baptized 

I'm a franchise, you a fraction, niggas broke, can't pay attention 

I got drive, she tryin' to screwdrive, guess I got to do it drill 

Ayy, we've been up since Friday, gettin' drunk and poppin' seal 

Magic stick all on that ass, bitch, I'm David Cop-A-Feel 

 

You a fan, don't it blow you that this shit just hot as hell 

I'm with Skrillex and we chillin', but we still ain't got no chill 

 

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No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real 

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real 

Hallelujah, hallelujah, I was born ready 

But my shooters got shooters, they was born ready 

 

Practice, what the fuck is practice? 

What the fuck is practice? 

Hallelujah, hallelujah, yeah 

But my shooters got shooters, they was born ready 

 

On the phone with 'Ye, he on the plane 

He say, "What's up, nigga?" 

I don't know, not these fuck-niggas 

Oh yeah, we was up, nigga 

Got the new Beamer on razor blades 

Stephen Curry on CP3 

You fucked up, won't make the plays 

Fuck with us, they make your grave 

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but they don't say enough 

Problems as deep as my pockets is, my Uzi weigh a ton 

 

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I'm a Hyde Park hooligan, you goofy, that's just where I'm from 

Choppin' shit like the Karate Kid, not Will and Jada's son 

I got SAVEMONEY, they with me now, so go and get you some 

Plus my bands old enough, I could fuck with my older sister's friend 

Now my niggas try to clown me when I told 'em they was probably 

Same niggas talkin' shit, lookin' shitty, get the bounty 

 

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real 

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real 

Hallelujah, hallelujah, I was born ready 

But my shooters got shooters, they was born readyPractice, what the fuck is practice? 

What the fuck is practice? 

Hallelujah, hallelujah, yeah 

But my shooters got shooters, they was born ready 

 

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real 

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real 

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real 

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real 

I was born ready (for real) 

I was born ready 

Don't you know that we for real? 

Don't you know that we for real? 

Nigga, for real 

For real 

Nigga, for real 

For real 

Nigga, for real 

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