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trilla venus - calling lyrics

[chorus: trilla venus]
flood my wrist, two-tone patek
spending cash, don’t think about it (yeah)
want it all, can’t wait to have it (yeah, yeah)
bad b-tch, yeah, i think she my b-tch, yeah (what?)
callin’ and callin’, the cash keep on callin’
callin’ and callin’, that cash, it keep on callin’
callin’ and callin’, that paper keep on callin’
callin’ and callin’, that paper keep on callin’
flood my wrist, two-tone patek (ooh)
spending cash, don’t think about it (don’t think about it)
want it all, can’t wait to have it (yeah)
bad b-tch, yeah, i think she my b-tch, yeah (so)
callin’, callin’, that paper keep on callin’
callin’, callin’, that paper keep on callin’
callin’, callin’, that paper keep on callin’
callin’ and callin’, that paper keep on callin’

[verse 1: trilla venus]
call the b-tch on the bench (yeah), fiji on my wrist (woah)
n-gga livin’ broke but he flexin’ like he rich (flexin’)
countin’ all that cash (cash)
give ’em heart attacks
i know they hatin’, they mad (woah)
wanna skrrt off in a jag’ (skrrt)
shootin’ pool with a g (g)
midnight when i creep (woah)
this ain’t troop, this elite (gang)
p-ssy n-gga, he a leech (bah)
i keep a b-tch on a leash (yeah)
open her legs and i eat (yeah)
jump on the mic and i preach (preach)
three days, no sleep (yeah)
i came from nothin’, i swear
we ain’t goin’ back there (there)
mama, she sheddin’ a tear
’cause my daddy wasn’t here (woah)
grind for the money, molly turn her to a zombie
can’t get her off me, couple n-ggas tryna off me
i’m drippin’, i’m flossin’, diamonds on me and they toxic
i’m drippin’, i’m flossin’, diamonds on me and they toxic

[verse 2: nbs]
think the money, it be callin’
smokin’ on some potent (yeah, yeah)
high as f-ck, outersp-ce (yeah)
why they tryna be like us? (yeah, yeah)
i don’t really know them
the plug, he be callin’
had to knock him down and his b-tches, i be strokin’
let’s go (woah), let’s get it (yeah)
ain’t got time for no options
“i been snitchin’,” they be cappin’
kick it back, we’ll be laughin’
ski mask, gotta get to the cash
duffle bag with a whole lotta racks
soon n-ggas ’bout to get to the wraith (woah)
after that, n-ggas get to the gate (woah)
new york, ballin’ every day
shooter, he be strapped with the k
swervo, he be switchin’ them lanes
so fast, got 12 on our back
f-ck the cops, i’ma walk with the gat
trilla flow, hit me up with a track
real sh-t, we gon’ do it like that (woah)
movin’ dirt, i be up in the trap
hittin’ l1cks, that was back in the days
free my brother locked up in a cage
dirty drink so i’m downin’ on mud (ooh)
big zip, got the gas for my blunts
sellin’ the pack, we’ll be up in a month
ridin’ around with the racks in my whip
f-ckin’ your b-tch and i call her to hit
tryna diss me, i’ma step on your p-ssies
in the north side with a whole lot of racks
at a trap house, gang smokin’ on cookie
sippin’ the lean and i feel like a zombie
poppin’ the pills, i be up in the morning
in the booth with a whole lotta gas
double ice with the drank on the side
sippin’ lean for the taste, no lie
me and trilla, we be up in the sky

- trilla venus lyrics

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