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isaiah rashad - fake trill lyrics

[produced by chris calor]

[verse 1: michael da vinci]
the no stoner, has a b-n-r, i need head and some s-x
sometimes vulgar, i’m quite homer, dream ’bout booze and some t-ts
speak ’bout b-tches less than often cause they lie for the d-ck
thus an evil of a creature, who plays games on gent
i sit lonely in my honda, behind darkest of tint
smoke a woodtip for my problems and give brandy a sip
get confided in the voice, spill my feelings and sh-t
breaking codes and regulations, not a pimp nor a simp
give me things that make me happy, cause the bottom i hit
f-ck a bowl, give me love, f-ck your words, give me drugs promethazine, a nice to meet you, you made b-tch n-ggas all seem to
misuse the words of trill, hold the gun so they real
’til their face in the reel, watch a real n-gga squeal
when the piglets peal, the tabs off of your grill
yeah you chirping, pleading deals with your f-ggot -ss

[verse 2: isaiah rashad]
been sipping on this, stop telling me, start to get sober
bill bellamy, tickle my bellilly, i would do anything just to get over
so i drank sometimes, then i paint these rhymes, pardon me, i’m antsy
why? my heart quite nervous, ’95 i’m swerving, then i hit them curbs
no then boys ain’t working, f-ck a black suburban, commissary purchase
my daddy calls, i barely answer, f-ck parental curses
i spit too many verses, i know you f-cking heard ’em
so why you leave them voicemails that you know gone hurt me
tired of rapping that real sh-t, if n0body gone feel this
i could be gripping that steel sh-t, you too busy to deal with
it’s like, they told me all the time “you got the gift of the gab”
finally n-ggas is listening, yeah, then i just start with this missing my dad

[outro: isaiah rashad]
d-mn, so like when… you gone quit? you trill now, huh?
you cool, huh? you real? you real, that’s what’s popular, huh?
that’s cool, you ugk for life, huh? boy stop

- isaiah rashad lyrics

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