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trellion - v-day massacre 2 lyrics

[trellion]

i’ll pull a city with my crew
it’s like v-day m-ssacre 2

dumb corleone
i’m ill, son

[verse 1: trellion]
i blew cheese
on some blue cheese
how much you got left?
still tons
blood money, red leicester
big d-ck, i’m the reason that your ex left ya
that’s why i got ya
two bill lobster, pp mobster
certified g sh-t
i don’t dance a lot
i take my place around the table like lancelot
running sh-t
top doggy played the lighthouse
high tide mic fights
dive by night in the twilight
dwell with the elder ones
help has come
death to the weak
but there’s seldom none
left to defeat
someone told you you was ill but you was ill-advised
someone told you you was ill but not as ill as i
b-tch, you should count your blessings that you’re still alive
i’m swinging from the vines on some silverback gorilla vibe

[verse 2: sniff]

sniff
you just clock me at like ten-to-three
stuck in limbo, broke in through the open window
took the bling home, plus the rest of it
i want it all, plus more, give me extra sh-t
nothing next to this, man i’m begging it
my advice would be do what heath ledger did
word to trelly and we meddlin’ a level up
and i got seven sl-ts begging me to get the nut
fresh to f-ck, suddenly everything you never was
get the guaps, letting off pepper shots
high speed police chase
parker p. hideout
lighthouse decoy, deploy the top, boy
cuz we the illest around, so f-ck your big chat
sniff’s back, cl1ck clack
my crew the sh-t: fact, f-ggot

[chorus]

alpo city with my crew
it’s like v-day m-ssacre 2

[verse 3: trellion]

sunday stakeout, in the steakhouse
i never tip the waitress on my way out
no mr. pink
reservoir doggybag the missing link
heart in a bag sh-t
dart to the lab quick
spark up my last spliff
try to deal with the madness, i know the score
son, it ain’t just money that can open doors
i used a sawn-off shotgun to open yours
f-ck a subtle safepicker, i’m unorthodox
clumsy with it, turn my walky-talky on
rum-runner, bootlegging hard liquor
dank twister, wife of your half-sister
i’ll pull your card quicker than a vegas vet
place your bets, no limit in the maisonette
valley-side capo

i’ll pull a city with my crew
it’s like v-day m-ssacre 2

yeah, we bad

- trellion lyrics

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