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I got jewels, plus wheels |
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Pullin' up in your grill, |
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I'm so trill |
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Your girl want |
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Cosmos, Cristeels |
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And she feelin' around for them pills |
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Bitch I'm trill, bitch |
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I'm so trill |
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Nigga I'm trill, nigga |
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I'm so trill |
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I got my steel, |
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I'll peelPulling up on your grill, |
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I'm so trill |
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Your girl want |
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Cosmos, Cristeels |
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And she feeling around for them pills |
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Bitch I'm trill, bitch |
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I'm so trill |
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Nigga I'm trill, nigga |
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I'm so trill |
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G's up, rev them |
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V's upFederali's trying to reach us to keep us |
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Flooded pieces, diamond size |
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Reese's pieces |
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You know who he is, nigga talk show like |
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RegisKing |
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Push flow prestigious |
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Hoes suck me like leeches |
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X and Os, tick-tack-toes |
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**** 'em, duck 'em, let them go |
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On to the next, got this in the decks of them |
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Cali low-lows |
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Houston, candy paint, screwed up vocals |
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New York, |
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Range Rov, sit on mo-mos |
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Pusha in that |
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Bentley, G |
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T O, noFlow chameleon, worth 'bout a million |
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Sell Bolivian, |
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Feds in oblivion |
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Bitch Brazilian, purse reptilian |
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Took her from far off island like |
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GilliganI got jewels, plus wheels |
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Pullin' up in your grill, |
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I'm so trill |
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Your girl want |
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Cosmos, Cristeels |
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And she feelin' around for them pills |
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Bitch I'm trill, bitch |
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I'm so trill |
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Nigga I'm trill, nigga |
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I'm so trill |
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I got my steel, |
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I'll peelPulling up on your grill, |
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I'm so trill |
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Your girl want |
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Cosmos, Cristeels |
|
And she feeling around for them pills |
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Bitch I'm trill, bitch |
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I'm so trill |
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Nigga I'm trill, nigga |
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I'm so trill |
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It's me ma, you ain't dreamin' |
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Star struck bitch damn near stopped breathing |
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So real that hon' ain't believin' |
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Out my bracelet, she can't make rhyme or reason |
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Soon as you get your heart involved |
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That's when |
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I fall back love, au revoir |
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So international, |
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French Riviera |
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Love for foreign cars would explain my |
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CarreraWho cares when these fools talk |
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Don't mean jack 'til that tool gotta talk |
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Icy wrists help me to cool off |
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And the second hand on this bitch it moon walk |
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Reminds me of how |
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I applied myself |
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And why I now ride with |
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Tiptronic help |
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Bankroll on overload |
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I eeny meeny miny moe them hoes, |
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I'm so trill |
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I got jewels, plus wheels |
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Pullin' up in your grill, |
|
I'm so trill |
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Your girl want |
|
Cosmos, Cristeels |
|
And she feelin' around for them pills |
|
Bitch I'm trill, bitch |
|
I'm so trill |
|
Nigga I'm trill, nigga |
|
I'm so trill |
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I got my steel, |
|
I'll peelPulling up on your grill, |
|
I'm so trill |
|
Your girl want |
|
Cosmos, Cristeels |
|
And she feeling around for them pills |
|
Bitch I'm trill, bitch |
|
I'm so trill |
|
Nigga I'm trill, nigga |
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I'm so trill |
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So many different things make me trill |
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Start with that |
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B with wings over the grill |
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Maybe how my way with words make me mills |
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Or maybe it's my way with birds digital scales |
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Young, restless, talk so reckless |
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Two hundred thousand up in my necklace |
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Four of ya |
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Hummers wrapped round my neck bitch |
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I ain't mention the |
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Rolly red neck like |
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TexasTo y'all ill wishers who wanna take part |
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In me getting robbed, well follow ya heart |
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And I'll waste ya, hell |
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I raised ya |
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Even let 'em cheat from my paper |
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Why does wealth make them hate me |
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And make chicks hearts so achy breaky |
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Rarely do |
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I toot my own horn |
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But y'all fellas got too far gone, now come back |
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I got jewels, plus wheels |
|
Pullin' up in your grill, |
|
I'm so trill |
|
Your girl want |
|
Cosmos, Cristeels |
|
And she feelin' around for them pills |
|
Bitch I'm trill, bitch |
|
I'm so trill |
|
Nigga I'm trill, nigga |
|
I'm so trill |
|
I got, my steel, |
|
I'll peelPulling up on your grill, |
|
I'm so trill |
|
Your girl want |
|
Cosmos, Cristeels |
|
And she feeling around for them pills |
|
Bitch I'm trill, bitch |
|
I'm so trill |
|
Nigga I'm trill, nigga |
|
I'm so trill |
