81 - trill3r lyrics
pull up on a n*gga like the postman ha
previous job, they don’t know ha ha
me and my b*tch don’t hold hands ha
me and my b*tch just fold bands ha
my b*tch looked like ashley graham
then dropped weight, lindsey lohan ha
i got bigger b*lls than my old man ha
said ” son please never be a road man” ha
n*gga i switch up the programme ha
ha, kick it like it’s old van damme
oh you thought it was cool to owe man ha
hop out of nowhere, go bang bang
n*ggas gotta pay in cro ha ha
i had more hair than gohan had
n*ggas working on the low ha ha
but they all assume they know ha ha
prescribe it like a md, this ain’t md
this is coke ha ha
this sh*t is for your soul ha ha
swift you sold your soul ha ha
i’m still p*ssed at my bro ha ha
cause he never taught me how to grow ha ha
but man ticked mе on the o ha ha
and remained patiеnt when it was slow ha ha
chilling with your baby mum, i’m chilling at your baby’s drum
better escape the prison like its brixton in ’81
pull up, we in all black, yes we all that, what you saying cuzz
reward her for her loyalty, i’ll make love, just don’t say it’s love
chilling with this b*tch, this b*tch is bookey (uh)
i just pulled my camera out, i’m ’bout to shoot a movie (uh)
she just cleans me up right from my head down to my goolies (uh)
heard she f*cked my darg, it’s cool, i never had a scooby (uh)
i just slipped something in my drink no this ain’t a roofie (uh)
she said you improve me (uh) that sh*t’s all inclusive love
’bout to drop some music i just showed her the exclusive (uh)
might f*ck off for the weekend, all inclusive (uh)
dj turn me up, yeah trill3r’s getting stupid (uh)
fully in stock, it’s stinky, yeah it’s f*cking up my boot it’s f*cked
this is not a movie blud, this ain’t call of duty cuzz
all i really wanted was an uzi cuzz, put it on my lap like groupie love
workin’ in the trap secluded
no intruders (uh)
man take a l, shut it down
then reboot it (uh)
man add it up like newton (uh)
watch when i buy my new ting (uh)
lead the speech i’m like aj n*gga
yeah, still undisputed uh (uh uh)
chilling with your baby mum, i’m chilling at your baby’s drum
better escape the prison like its brixton in ’81
pull up, we in all black, yes we all that, what you saying cuzz
reward her for her loyalty, i’ll make love, just don’t say it’s love
chilling with this b*tch, this b*tch is bookey (uh)
i just pulled my camera out, i’m ’bout to shoot a movie (uh)
she just cleans me up right from my head down to my goolies (uh)
heard she f*cked my darg, it’s cool, i never had a scooby (uh)
call my phone i’ll be out in a second
swing that sh*t like a rounders bat
oh are we playing rounders, get it
turn up swift’s getting wilder n*gga
oh i can bet you every round i’ll get him
same energy when i was out in peckham
me and my n*ggas couldn’t doubt the method
dash that sh*t, never found the weapon (yeah yeah)
pull up on a n*gga like the postie ha
do it daily like postie ha
first class seats, drew the hostie ha
b*tch didn’t see but the hoes see ha
feel it in her chest like nairobi ha
women’s intuition, keep it low key ha
all black yeah that’s bosey ha
came from the block like bodie ha
now she told me i’m her only man
then why she logging into only fans
she took half n’ hour to phone me back
this b*tch probably let the homies smash
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