bobby trill – klsdfjlg lyrics
[verse 1: bobby trill]
black ski mask with the black tusk
real n-gga sh-t blood splattered trunks
louis body bag funeral tux
money in the clip let that rugar buck
but im’a keep trill, gucci loafers cost a hundred thousand
bricks in the stash house, scoop your chick like bowser
off the molly water shawty i could do without ya
f-ck a main b-tch, drop her like i’m doogie howser
money on my mind, go on do the d-mn thing
drugs on the dresser kunai choppin’ lines of mescaline
liquid acid dripping off the top until it melts my brain
ridin’ with 600 goons and they all swervin’ switchin’ lanes up homie
[hook: bobby trill] x2
what you need ho, what you what you need ho?
b-tch i’m swagged out, know you love my steelo
with my team here pull up in the tinted range
fendi vagabonds puffin’ sour lemonade
[verse 2: bobby trill]
in the cut b-tch molly finna make ya twerk
yellow diamonds ’round ya neck, fendi on logo on your purse
now i can break you down and hit that spot with just a little work
have you moanin’ out my name, pull them t-tties out your shirt
hit it once i’m out the door…and she ain’t even know
pushin’ on your b-ttons girl but i don’t need no cheat codes
this a game of sharks and bobby trill still the realest n-gga
bruce lee flow no karate kid more master splinter
check me by the waist belt, just to hold my nunchucks
box logo to the dome, steel reserve in my cup
hawaiian shirt pressed just to match my bucket hat
exodia deck in the front pocket keepin’ strapped up n-gga
[hook] x2
[bridge: bobby trill]
fendi vagabonds, fendi, fendi, vagabonds
fendi vagabonds, fendi, fendi, vagabonds
with my team here pull up in the tinted range
fendi vagabonds puffin’ sour lemonade
[verse 3: bobby trill]
powdered covered nostrils, auf wiedersehen
greedy pill hoes neck for a flat or 10
welcome to the penthouse you can bring a friend
we break ’em off like toffee loney boy clique bukkake
coolin’ with my team, lbc, screamin’ we the sh-t
pretty young thugs in the cut no destructo disk
versace shades on, blocking out a solar flare
40oz on my hip, grip and sip while pullin’ out the money clip
to make it rain…on these bad hoes
send ’em to the shadow realm, scoop some more in tokyo
my chakra flows are unbalanced, self-inflicted overdose
six star outlaws trill kick it with the fendi vagabonds
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