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ASAP Rocky - Trilla lyrics

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Trilla by ASAP Rocky

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
Pass the pass the pass the muthafuckin swisher
Pour some muthafuckin liquor
For my muthafuckin niggas
Who ain't with us, keep it trilla
My gold teeth, my french braids,
Gettin' 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 bitch made
I'm old school
Like dempstars and switch blades
I spit game
I get paid
I pimp game, my pimp
I be that pretty muthafucka, ASAP is just my nickname
I'm coming down when I'm tippin on them 4's
Cause we shittin on we shittin on these niggas and
These hoes
Cause that purp shit, I sip up
Your big shows, you slipped up
I get-get my dick licked
I'm draped out and drip dripped up
Top of the top of the line
All on my grind, purple be easing my mind
They runnin and they runnin we gunnin we gunnin
We gonna hit one at a time-time
Them bad bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm real though
[Verse 2: ASAP Twelvy]
All theses boppers wanna bop em
Niggas wanna jock em
Not a red light horus city cop that can stop em
Going broke is not an option
Always on that cash flow
She used to call me ass hole
Now she drop that ass low
Fuck it man, I'm past doe
Sour diesel, stash coke
ASAP, we the last hope
Fuck it, dis my fast flow
I slow it down, I pick it up
Blue jeans, I rip em up
That's swag, bitch
You mad, bitch
See you in my past bitch
I'm headed to the future
Twelvy ain't no loser
Mixing up that syrup
Call it Punky Brewster?
I'm slurring, wassup
Don't tell me to shut up
I ain't tryna start shit
But man, I'm really fucked up
I lucked up, I see it as a come up
I'm on my job man, I'll see you when the sun's up
Young niggas run everything
ASAP to the top and these bitches love everything
[Verse 3: ASAP Nast]
God bless America, my flow is scarier
Style wild like my nigga Common after Erykah
Yo bitch, I'm in bed with her
Head so good, make a nigga feel good
'Till the point I wanna marry her
But I be on my pimpin shit
Check out my limp 'need shit
I be gettin money gettin money, can you dig it bitch
Ho get on my pimpin ship, all aboard all aboard
East coast muthafuckas makin all the noise all the
I know you niggas heard of us
Raff Simon murderers
Fashion killa, word to bigga boss I never heard of ya
Still sippin, candy painted whips is what I'm sittin in
Kitchen Kim is whippin up that shit to get these
Bitches here
New York nasty flow t
That's a little bit of crack mixed in with a 5th of hen
Businessmen, middle finger to your fuckin buisiness,
Ray Da Vinci shit?
Rollercoaster, take a flick of this
Motion picture shit
Bitch I grind like a skater do
Always strive and prosper
A new level we gon take it to

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