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Raven Sorvino
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Trill Bitches
Ah, I'm calling Ah, I'm calling I'm calling all my real bitches Niggas jack wanna trill with ya Politics wanna be with you Subsquare niggas can't deal with you .. step back at it If you got a pretty face, you can turn it to the back
Gold on the neck, Johnny on the wrist Quarters on the fee, your hoe don't exist Got your L with, brothers wanna hate I've been barking real shit, them hoes barking faith. Tracks and tape mills looking great A true ass bitch who can spot the old scent Fly as fuck in the air like' Them hoes wanna bite, they ain't got no sway On the Instagram them hoes get mad Be the main bitch.. the fans!
If a bitch wanna hate you, then she ain't on my level Talking all the shits, seen them hoes to the devil Nigga, I'm a rebel, been there with the medal Corny ass niggas ain't popping like cattle. Black on black, shit looking like the fuel Somebody gotta die, it ain't gonna be me I'm inside when I ride, I'm near every beat Whole crib on my team, bitch ODD
Hook: (x2) Where the trill bitches at?... Forty ounce out' and the crowd picking' Folding at the weed, the bitch know how to act Where the trill bitches at? Where the trill bitches at?
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I'm calling all my real bitches Niggas jack wanna trill with ya Politics wanna be with you Subsquare niggas can't deal with you .. step back at it If you got a pretty face, you can turn it to the back
' the black scale bend it ..lil girls wanna beat me Bad girls rave me, that's a trill ass bitch OG said I've been talking fresh kicks Murder, murder, kill, kill If that fucking movie set dollar bills In the strip club chicken, no stiletto hills Ain't with the fuck stel, tell you how the chill Rolling, smoking, damn, pop a pill On a daddy brown shit, pop an extra pill
If a bitch wanna hate you, then she ain't on my level Talking all the shits, seen them hoes to the devil Nigga, I'm a rebel, been there with the medal Corny ass niggas ain't popping like cattle. Black on black, shit looking like the fuel Somebody gotta die, it ain't gonna be me I'm inside when I ride, I'm near every beat Whole crib on my team, bitch ODD
Hook: (x2) Where the trill bitches at?... Forty ounce out' and the crowd picking' Folding at the weed, the bitch know how to act Where the trill bitches at? Where the trill bitches at?
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