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trilla kid - came up lyrics

[intro]: yuh, yuh, yuh

[chorus]:
diamonds all of me look how i came up yuhh, money all on me, the slime greased up yuhh. designer all on me like i just cannot get enough yuh, sippin so much lean now this sh+t got me feeling stuck. diamonds all of me look how i came up yuhh, money all on me, the slime greased up yuhh. designer all on me like i just cannot get enough yuh, sippin so much lean now this sh+t got me feeling stuck

[verse 1]:
i just fell in love with a baddie, boy i got the shooters man, come at me and she givе me head she said “trilla cum at mе” that girl wanna date me, nah she wish she had me, imma take your wife you ain’t get none back no, im a living life that you wish you had, aye you steppin in them new balance, you know i’m in that raf (yuh) say you got that money, boy why the f+ck you cap? racin to the top, why the h+ll you always last? (last) walking to the bank all i ever do is laugh. i don’t talk that sh+t, imma pullin out that mac. callin out my brodie he gon’ up and let it blast

[verse 2]:
call me a beast like bowser, sippin that lean like chowder (ayy) d+mn, she a fien for that powder, smokin that gas it’s louder yuh, bullets connect like a router, friends try and fold they sour, money rainin like a shower, stackin that money it top like a tower. call my brodie, he a gunner pull up on you, now u runnin, ain’t no hand out’s you get nothing. know they snakes and i can’t trust em all them fake don’t move no muscle. don’t talk no sh+t, my shooter’s touch you. do what i want when i want to, straight to the top man, that’s my run thorough

- trilla kid lyrics

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