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fat trel - i'm ill lyrics

dree the drummer
d-mn all that gang sh-t
yeah, we’re on that gang sh-t
ha, you heard
this sh-t get real

[pre-hook]
say you wanna work one, flirt one
put it up a skirt one
put em in the dirt one
hit it where it hurt
young n-gga wish you work
this sh-t get real

[hook]
say she wanna f-ck in the back of the truck
while i roll me a blunt with the window rolled up
with my finger in her b-tt and a cup
finna pop me a pill

[chorus]
lets do it trill
i met a sl-t, i touched her b-tt, i copped a feel (i copped a feel)
my b-tch be worried cause i’m always in the field (i’m in the field)
i’m never worried cause i always got the steal (i got the steal)

i don’t give a f-ck, he don’t give a f-ck
she don’t give a f-ck, we don’t give a f-ck
b-tch walked up like roll up
turn around tell that b-tch hold up

bumpin that 56 nights
on the molly up 56 nights
airpot five-fiftysix flights
and n-gga had to f-ck 56 dikes

drop a bell on the scale, that work (that work)
d-mn well you could tell i’m perfect (i’m perfect)
n-gga sell no chick then church it
gotta pack like n-gga got verses

got lean like a n-gga got water
got a migo b-tch from the border
got a team and i got jordan’s
d-mn i would’ve f-cked your daughter (mawh)

[x2]
n-gga i don’t give a f-ck, n-gga whats up
n-gga die right now, n-gga good luck
i’m the only n-gga, hold up hood up
we could f-ck right now, b-tch what’s up

[pre-hook]
say you wanna work one, flirt one
put it up a skirt one
put em in the dirt one
hit it where it hurt
young n-gga wish you work
this sh-t get real

[hook]
say she wanna f-ck in the back of the truck
while i roll me a blunt with the window rolled up
with my finger in her b-tt and a cup
finna pop me a pill

[boosa]
pulled up n-gga no slowed up
n-gga paid mine, get burnt up
higher than the b-tch, no low fare
even though i got sh-t real, no joking
i dont f-ck with n-ggas, if a n-gga ain’t real
b-tch pulling up finna cop me a feel
i ain’t with the talk, when i got that steal
posting on my block, i get it how i live
got 60 bank cuz i got two kids
i ain’t gunna stop till i set a couple mil
couple real n-ggas, bad b-tches in the feel
f-ck the police cuz i only shoot to k!ll
even in jail, come up with a pill
f-ck the police cuz i only shoot to k!ll
even in jail, come up with a pill
let n-ggas know this sh-t for real

this sh-t for real
for all my n-ggas in the feel (we in the feel)
we pop a pill
we cop a feel, f-ck your b-tch
thats how i feel

[pre-hook]
say you wanna work one, flirt one
put it up a skirt one
put em in the dirt one
hit it where it hurt
young n-gga wish you work
this sh-t get real

[hook]
say she wanna f-ck in the back of the truck
while i roll me a blunt with the window rolled up
with my finger in her b-tt and a cup
finna pop me a pill

thats how i feel

- fat trel lyrics

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