Trilla Lyrics – A$AP Rocky
Singer: A$AP Rocky
Title: Trilla
One, two, umm
Buckle my, umm (yeah)
Pass the- pass the- pass the mothaf#ckin’ swisher, pour some mothaf#ckin’ liquor
For my mothaf#ckin’ n#gg#s who ain’t wit us, keep it trilla’
My gold teeth, my french braids, getting throwed since 10th grade
Wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, if that’s the case, then i been paid
Herringbone chain, my gold frames, my cartiers, you small change
You b#tch made, i’m old school, like gem stars and switchblades
I spit game, i get paid, a pimp game
I be, i be that pretty muthaf#cka, a$ap is just my nickname
I’m comin’ down when i’m tippin’ on them 4′ (yeah)s
Cause we shittin’ on these, shittin’ on these n#gg#s and these hoes
Cause that purp sh#t i sip up, your b#tch chose, you slipped up
I get-get my dick licked, i’m draped out, drip-dripped up
Top of the top of the line, all on my grind, purple be easin’ my mind
We runnin’, we runnin’, we gunnin’, we gunnin’, we’re gonna hit one at a time, time
Them bad b#tches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but i’m real though
Yeah, um
All these boppers wanna bop ’em, n#gg#s wanna jock ’em
Not a red light or a city cop that can stop ’em
Going broke is not an option, always on that cash flow
She used to call me #ssh#l#, now she drop that #ss low
f#ck it man i’m past dope, sour diesel slash coke
A$ap we the last hope, f#ck it this my fast flow
I slow it down i pick it up, blue jeans i rip ’em up
That’s swag b#tch, you mad b#tch, see you in my past b#tch
I’m headed to the future, twelvyy ain’t no loser
Mixing up that syrup, call it punky brewster
I’m slurring wussup, don’t tell me to shut up
I ain’t tryna start sh#t, but man i’m really f#cked up
I lucked up, i see it as a come up (yeah)
I’m on my job man, i see you when the sun’s up (yeah)
Huh, young n#gg#s run everything
A$ap to the top and these b#tches love everything
Uh, god bless america, my flow is scarier
Style wild like my n#gg# common after erykah (damn)
Your b#tch, i’m in bed with her, head so good (yeah)
Make a n#gg# feel good to the point i wanna marry her (uh)
But i be on my pimping sh#t, check out my limp and sh#t (yeah, uh)
I be getting money, getting money, can you dig it, b#tch? (uh)
Hoes get on my pimping ship all aboard, all aboard (uh)
East coast mothaf#ckas making all the noise, all the noise
I know you n#gg#s heard of us, raf simon murderers (uh, uh)
Fashion killa’ word to bigga bars, i never heard of ya
Still sipping candy painted whips is what i’m sitting in
Kitchen chemist whipping up that sh#t that get these b#tches in
New york nasty flow, that’s a little bit of crack mixed in with a fifth of hen
Businessman, middle finger to your f#cking business, man
Great adventure sh#t, rollercoasting take a flick of this
Motion picture sh#t, b#tch i grind like a skater do
Always strive and prosper, rock what level we gon’ take it to?
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