lirik lagu raven sorvino - trill bitches
ah, i’m calling
ah, i’m calling
i’m calling all my real b-tches
n-gg-s jack wanna trill with ya
politics wanna be with you
subsquare n-gg-s 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 sh-t, them hoes barking faith.
tracks and tape mills looking great
a true -ss b-tch who can spot the old scent
fly as f-ck in the air like’
them hoes wanna bite, they ain’t got no sway
on the instagram them hoes get mad
be the main b-tch.. the fans!
if a b-tch wanna hate you, then she ain’t on my level
talking all the sh-ts, seen them hoes to the devil
n-gg-, i’m a rebel, been there with the medal
corny -ss n-gg-s ain’t popping like cattle.
black on black, sh-t 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, b-tch odd
hook: (x2)
where the trill b-tches at?…
forty ounce out’ and the crowd picking’
folding at the weed, the b-tch know how to act
where the trill b-tches at?
where the trill b-tches at?
i’m calling all my real b-tches
n-gg-s jack wanna trill with ya
politics wanna be with you
subsquare n-gg-s 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 -ss b-tch
og said i’ve been talking fresh kicks
murder, murder, kill, kill
if that f-cking movie set dollar bills
in the strip club chicken, no stiletto hills
ain’t with the f-ck stel, tell you how the chill
rolling, smoking, d-mn, pop a pill
on a daddy brown sh-t, pop an extra pill
if a b-tch wanna hate you, then she ain’t on my level
talking all the sh-ts, seen them hoes to the devil
n-gg-, i’m a rebel, been there with the medal
corny -ss n-gg-s ain’t popping like cattle.
black on black, sh-t 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, b-tch odd
hook: (x2)
where the trill b-tches at?…
forty ounce out’ and the crowd picking’
folding at the weed, the b-tch know how to act
where the trill b-tches at?
where the trill b-tches at?
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