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Trill Spill

 

Trill Spill

(الألبوم: MIA Season 2 - 2019)


(Classics)
(Oh-oh-oh, okay Jones)
Yeah, ayy

How you want it? My jeans eleven-hundred
These ain't rockstars, move like a top dog
Top floor, with the blinds open getting topped off
Jumped off the porch full speed, getting gwap dog
I got court in the morning, I gotta go
I give my L's back and your shorty ain't gotta go
He fuck his money up, when he get it, he solid tho'
He gon' put his niggas on in the hood, you probably won't
Ayy, the fake can't stay fake for too long, huh
At my funeral, I still won't have a suit on
First it was stainless steel, then I got the yacht two-tone
Got fucked up then I sold it, nah, I don't take loans
Got right back in my bag, nah, I don't take long
She wasn't shit until I hit her, I guess I make hoes
I bought a QP for my habit, smoke 'til the shake gone
Perkys, I ate those, I'ma sip 'til the drank gone
Them handguns cool, but I'ma ride with the Draco
You lil' niggas cool, but I'ma stick to my day ones
You want the money, fuck the gangbanging
In my opp's hood, chain hanging, flip phone, still banging
Real nigga and I can't change it (Can't change it)
Why the fuck you in the strip club, it ain't raining? (Nah, it ain't raining)
That's like a nigga come into your trap house, just standing around
My pockets loaded, I be handing it out
I cut her off, lil' mama trynna damage me now
She cut me deep, I tell the doctor just bandage me out
I touch down in MIA, I'm driving phantoms around
I was cutting up like this before the cameras was out
One call, I'll bring the savages out
One clip, red light, and the candles is out
I was fucked up then, but I'm having it now
I had to grind to get that shit, I was praying for God, huh, yeah

Religion shake you, real niggas they thank me
Fake niggas they hate me, probably 'cause they ain't me
Religion shake you, real niggas they thank me
Fake niggas they hate me, probably 'cause they ain't me

Shit, when they try to burn me down, tell me I was losing
I stood still tall, I walked through the storm, while it's raining, hailing, it's fire coming out the sky (That's a fact)
(Still ballin')
Walking, we ain't gon' run, we ain't gon' panic
We ain't gon' run out of breath
Soon as the sun clear back up, we shining
Just to walk through the storm, that's just how you gotta play
You know what I mean? And that's what we live by
And that's what we was born into
We was brought in this life as losers, starting off in the back
And we don't mind being behind but, we gon' win (We gon' win)
We always gon' win (We always gon' win)
(Classics)
(Oh-oh-oh, okay Jones)

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