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trxllisback - [z6]jimmy. lyrics

b*tch, i don’t do clubbing, still wock in my tummy
n*ggas movin’ funny, this sh*t gin and rummy
bape on with my customs, b*tch, no relation
you is not a cousin, berries at his m*ffin n*ggas hit me

i survived, it was a miracle you don’t take no baths and you p*ssy, but
you lyrical
skreet ass indigo, rip atl
n*ggas turn hollywood, if i ain’t got a fire on me
you don’t gotta know who do your homie get robbed in da stu

ain’t n0body playin’ with you all these comments about how i’m slim
lil’ n*gga fat, 22
please deny me, i want you to hate me
i want you to shame me, election is coming we spinnin’ this sh*t, it’s the demons circumference headaches in the function, boy, hold your

sh*t took a while just to get right here
none of y’all comin’ around my kid probably doin’ like the world donе did
tetsuo, you gon’ lose your head

lil p*ssy bussin
southеrn head bustahs
i can’t go for nun
you get hit for nun
you got here for nun
you get bopped for nun

hah
hah

trill is back
trill is back
trill is back
trill is back

menace to society, i’m o*dog with the buzz
b*tch, if i ain’t got it, potna strapped up in the club
bwoa you ain’t finna crash on sh*t you just need you a hug
do me like i’m nipsey, free smoke blowin’ this sh*t up
look what god did, save me from h*ll
holy war, we got rich off mosh pits

one hit, wonder boy, you hip*hop’s side b*tch
the way this sh*t go, we might need violence
we might need silence, so shut the f*ck up when we step in, n*gga, don’t run your mouth, huh
this is neon punks
in her neon guts
your pockets lookin’ p*ssy, so come get me some
heard you sold your soul
you must be sean combs
i can’t be no b*tch
this ain’t ovo
posted at the store
hangin’ with my ghosts
you ain’t got no goals

that’s why you fail the most
put a cuban link, on my baby girl
and we live in h*ll, i make heaven here
i’m the man at home, but where’s the men in here

380 tatted on my sh*t
this be the brand new trill

lil p*ssy bussin
southern head bustahs
i can’t go for nun
you get hit for nun

you got here for nun
you get bopped for nun

hah
hah
trill is back
trill is back
trill is back
trill is back

trill is back
trill is back
trill is back
trill is back

it’s 380, f*ck your mother on a tuesday, free smoke till death, f*ck n*ggas
till death, n*gga, till my casket, n*gga, tatt my skin with it, my n*gga
all y’all n*ggas out here wearin’ short shorts and flip flops and sh*t, n*gga
we ain’t movin’ like y’all n*ggas, bro
straight up, bro, we movin’ in a different type of essence, n*gga

confidence hails in all dimensions, n*gga, chad, n*gga
that’s what it is

- z6jimmy lyrics

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