lirik lagu deetrxll – mr trxll
yeah
trxll
gang gang
i pull up in yo city like “oh god d~mn that’s mr trxll”
i went brought a diamond chain just to match the grill
and n~gga if i hug yo b~tch i might just give her chills
all my n~ggas steppers and gorillas yeah we known for drills
back in the day i was jackin sh~t now a n~gga just stacking sh~t
gotta choppa in the trunk and you know that b~tch came with extra clips
n~ggas know not to f~ck with me cuz deetrxll he get the bidness clear
don’t treat me like a duffy cuz i’m get paper every year
i’m extra
don’t run up on me n~gga cuz u might leave on a stretcher
got all the weight move by its self this not no tesla
you got watch these n~gga cuz thesе n~ggas be regretful
and that’s why i don’t sleep with out my gun it on thе dresser
father please forgive me cuz a n~gga keep on sin lord
making sell back to back like the dope was on a bungee cord
and my weed so f~ckin strong i bet you thought this sh~t was steroids
now i’m sitting on side a opp i know that p~ssy n~gga paranoid
i just put some diamonds on my wrist that sh~t cost bout a hunnit
and i ain’t with no ratchet b~tch cuz all them hoes be bummin
b~tch i’m aiming at yo head!
what the f~ck i look like i ain’t shooting stomach
ima leave a n~gga dead !
yeah that choppa get to thumping thumping thumping
i get the bag and i doze off
n~gga i ain’t average i’m muf~ckin throwed off
i’m taking yo b~tch and i’m f~ckin her throat off
ima come straight at yo top like a mohawk
ima keep climbing and climbing i told y’all
ima keep moving this weight like a uhaul
the choppa ain’t buss in a minute got blue b~lls
you run up i gun up i’m knocking yo shoe off
aye aye
n~gga stop playing with me
i gotta new choppa spraying for free
if he gotta problem i solve it
i put his lil face on the front of a corner store tee
these n~ggas ain’t ready for me
i ain’t beefing cuz n~ggas to petty for me
got yo b~tch in the bed bouta spread it for me
bouta f~ck her a duck her she wet up the sheets
i den hop off the porch landed right in the street
aye
you ain’t get bread yo broke boy
checks keep coming like oh lord
might go cop me a rolls royce
big diamonds in my watch to cold boy
you ain’t my brother you a b~tch you folded boy
gotta glock call it grim cuz it’s takin yo soul boy
yo b~tch on take that wood no lowe’s boy
i pull up in yo city like “oh god d~mn that’s mr trxll”
i went brought a diamond chain just to match the grill
and n~gga if i hug yo b~tch i might just give her chills
all my n~ggas steppers and gorillas yeah we known for drills
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu changmo – hyperstar
- lirik lagu adele – can i get it
- lirik lagu mazde & young naughty soul – in my arms
- lirik lagu kwon ki baek (권기백) – 전설 pt. 2
- lirik lagu baran çamsarı – unlovable
- lirik lagu profeta inmortal – mi mundo
- lirik lagu lalcko – vol de nuit
- lirik lagu go(ø)d trip – dropout
- lirik lagu 1k – not my world
- lirik lagu lyr – redwings