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nalyd – a trilli lyrics

ugc!
a trilli

[verse 1]
a trillionaire, i’m a ugc trillionaire
tougher than nigerian hair
my criteria compared to your career just isn’t fair
i’m a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
through the pencil i leak on the sheet of the tablet
in my mind cause i don’t write sh-t, cause i ain’t got time
cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
and the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper
sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothaf-ck a coppa
got the maserati dancin’ on the bridge p-ssy poppin’
tell the coppers hahahaha you can’t catch ’em, you can’t stop ’em
i go by them crown rules if you can’t beat ’em then you pop ’em
you can’t man ’em then you mop ’em
you can’t stand ’em then you drop ’em
you pop ’em cause i pop ’em like orville redenbacher!!
oh
motherf-cker i’m ill john

[verse 2]
a trillion here, a trillion there
sicilian b-tch with long hair
with c0ke in the derriere
like smoking the thinnest air
i open the lamborghini hopin’ them crackers see me
like look at that b-st-rd naly
he’s a beast, he’s a dog, he’s a motherf-cking problem
ok, you’re a goon but what’s a goon to a goblin?
nothing, nothing — you ain’t scarin’ nothing
on some f-ggot bullsh-t call him dennis rodman
call me what you want b-tch, call me on my sidekick
never answer when it’s private, d-mn i hate a shy b-tch
don’t you hate a shy b-tch?
yeah i ate a shy b-tch
she ain’t shy no more, she changed her name to my b-tch
huh, yeah, guys that’s my b-tch
so when she ask for the money, when you through don’t be surprised b-tch
it ain’t trickin’ if you got it
but you like a b-tch with no -ss, you ain’t go sh-t
motherf-cker i’m ill, not sick
and i’m ok but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick, yeah my glock sick and my knot thick
i’m it! i’m it!
ugc is ill!
well at least i am

yeah
see..
they say i’m rapping like big, jay and 2pac, andre 3000 where is erykah baduh at? who that?
who that say they’re gonna beat nalyd e
my name ain’t b-i-c, but i keep that flame man
who that one that do that boy?
you all knew that
true that swallow
and i be the sh-t now you got loose bowels
i don’t owe you like two vowels
but i would like for you to pay me by the hour
and i’d rather be pushing flowers
than to be in the penn sharing showers
ha, tony told us this world was ours
and the bible told us every girl was sour
don’t play in the garden and don’t smell her flower
call me mr. ronald or mr. lawn mower
boy i got so many b-tches like i’m michael lowry
even gwen stefani said she couldn’t doubt me
motherf-cker i say life ain’t sh-t without me
chrome lips poking out the coup look like it’s pouting
i do what i do and you do what you can do about it b-tch
i could turn a podcast into a f-ckin’ mountain, dare me
don’t you compare me cause there ain’t n0body near me
they don’t see me, but they hear me
they don’t feel me, but they fear me
i’m illie
nalyd e
ugc
f-ck with me, huh

- nalyd lyrics

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