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asap rocky – trilla lyrics


(feat. asap twelvy, asap nast)

[verse 1: asap rocky]
p-ss the p-ss the p-ss the m-th-f-ckin swisher
pour some m-th-f-ckin liquor
for my m-th-f-ckin n-gg-s
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 b-tch 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 m-th-f-cka, asap is just my nickname

i’m coming down when i’m tippin on them 4’s
cause we sh-ttin on we sh-ttin on these n-gg-s and these hoes

cause that purp sh-t, i sip up
your big shows, you slipped up
i get-get my d-ck 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 b-tches blow kisses by my earlobe
a weirdo but i’m real though

[verse 2: asap twelvy]
all theses boppers wanna bop em
n-gg-s 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 -ss hole
now she drop that -ss low

f-ck it man, i’m past doe
sour diesel, stash c-ke
asap, we the last hope
f-ck it, dis 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
twelvy ain’t no loser
mixing up that syrup
call it punky brewster?

i’m slurring, w-ssup
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
i’m on my job man, i’ll see you when the sun’s up
young n-gg-s run everything
asap to the top and these b-tches love everything

[verse 3: asap nast]
god bless america, my flow is scarier
style wild like my n-gg- common after erykah

yo b-tch, i’m in bed with her
head so good, make a n-gg- feel good
’till the point i wanna marry her

but i be on my pimpin sh-t
check out my limp ‘need sh-t
i be gettin money gettin money, can you dig it b-tch

ho get on my pimpin ship, all aboard all aboard
east coast m-th-f-ckas makin all the noise all the noise

i know you n-gg-s 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 sh-t to get these b-tches 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 f-ckin buisiness, man

ray da vinci sh-t?
rollercoaster, take a flick of this
motion picture sh-t
b-tch i grind like a skater do
always strive and prosper
a new level we gon take it to