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fat trel - treez & liquor lyrics

[intro: fat trel]
ricky hill, sl!ckville, i’m the illest here

[chorus: fat trel & ricky hil]
my new b-tch is crawlin’ on all fours (crawlin’ on all fours)
poppin’ tylenol 4’s (and poppin’ tylenol 4’s)
these b-tches say they all for us (b-tches say they all for us)
but in the end they all wh0r-s (but in the end they all wh0r-s)
now i’m ridin’ suicide doors (ridin’ suicide doors)
smokin’ tree with my liquor (smokin’ tree with my liquor)
just finished f-ckin’, woke up and wanted for more (woke up and wanted for more)
and when i park, i make the b-tch open the door (b-tch open the door)

[verse 1: fat trel]
look, i like the lights real low with a dyk- ho
smoke big dope, she’s psycho
see, the tire on flat, window bust out
cut it out, you ain’t f-ckin’ with the right hoes
hit it from the back, mix sprite with the act
so fat, i be puttin’ on a micro
say she tryna f-ck, i just roll the window up
b-tch thought i was whipping with the nitro
head good but the p-ssy real slight though
you become a habit for the night though
smokin’ on the weed, ain’t suckin’ no d-ck
one trick then the b-tch is on white hoes
i’m rich so i make her go crazy
and plus when i f-ck her she pay me
you gotta be kiddin’, her p-ssy is
just like a lottery ticket, i’m lazy
drinkin’ and smokin’, these pistols i’m totin’
i had your -ss sleep on the pavement
f-ck her for three hours, i shower
i’m out and about on the daily
my momma be trippin’, my chopper be kicking
i know she regret that she made me
i trap with the thugs, just doin’ my drugs
and these are the things that i love

[hook]

[verse 2: fat trel]
i miss when she screaming she need me
i wait till she sleep and i’m leaving
bendin’ her over, i’m tossing it up
when i f-ck it, i make it look easy
smokin’ and drinkin’, the dope with the lean
but still i could f-ck up the scene
shoot with no blinkin’, the f-ck was you thinkin?
a nickle’ll kiss with a beam
on mollies, i feel like a fiend
on fridays, i pop me a bean
i got it, my pockets are collared in cottage
i promise to scream “cheese”
i bet i could make her believe
fly her and the b-tch to belize
she’s trippin’ me out, kicking her out
she tryna come figure me out
i show her the gang, she come from a drought
we sleep in the trap in her house
cause he do no faking, don’t get me mistaken
the paper is what i’m about
i show her the gang, she come from a drought
we sleep in the trap in her house
cause he do no faking, don’t get me mistaken
the p-ssy is what i’m about, muah

[hook]

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