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tru trilla - drop jewels [i-71 remix] lyrics

hook 1 + tru trilla

we drop jewels
y’all just wear ’em
talk about your imaginary pies that you selling
got your phone camera out
but n0body ain’t telling
fake felons, the feds come now they yelling

verse 1 + tru trilla

we hover over your wack lines
with open topics
your skimpy bottle flow you closed top it
i pack mines with the yellow open tops
bag pipe rappers get shot in their kilt
bragging on the wack rhymes they spilled
what a mess
this only built for my real ones
flow compressed
place your bet cut the deck now deal some
twenty one black bats smacking your snap back
you out cold you feel numb
remorse we feel none
wipe my hands like that’s that
and you can’t get the strap back
we fight for the people
while they in line at gucci
with make up on these lames is coochie
overrated outdated sushi
on the mic you haven’t heard flow so tight since juicy
these rappers eff they life up
buying followers and views just to get their likes up
you could tell when you the hear the real
they ain’t like us
hook 2 + tru trilla

we drop jewels
y’all just wear ’em
talk about your imaginary pies that you selling
got your phone camera out
but n0body ain’t telling
fake felons, the feds come now they yelling

verse 2 + prince ak

remember akbar pray, he told you the game dead
the street’s on code red, n+ggas workin’ for the feds
they said m+th+’ f+ck jail, next n+gga’ in my bed
got my son in the room while my wife givin’ head
now you all in your head from the time that was said
hundred twenty on the cot, my chick gon’ spend my bread
i’m about to lose my jewellery and my car and my house
my chick on the side, my son and my spouse
how the f+ck did this come about somebody ratted me out
i ain’t goin to trial, a n+gga’ ain’t coppin’ out
the boys pay half a bill, work for them if you squeal
get your lavish livin’ back when you sign for the deal
feds applying pressure, the sh+t done got real
coke found in a dresser, rifle it was concealed
cat let out the bag, the truth it was revealed
you told on so and so, on a connect from brazil
hook 3 + tru trilla

we drop jewels
y’all just wear ’em
talk about your imaginary pies that you selling
got your phone camera out
but n0body ain’t telling
fake felons, the feds come now they yelling

verse 3 + juxx diamondz

nothing about you real like the views on ya’ youtube
i can see the b+tch in you like common versus ice cube
i start sh+t and spark sh+t like a car fuse
kicked the doors on this industry you know that i can’t lose
live what you live and mean what you say
the sun will come out tomorrow you won’t make it today
you be claimin’ you’re outside but you was never there to play
you was never ridin’ boys ‘n da hood n+gga’ you trey
swingin’ in the air but don’t miss your opportunity
k!ll sh+t like kiss body on your eulogy
this is natural second nature this nothin’ new to me
wolverine weapon x yo i got that mutant gene
these rap guys spit rap lines on mob ties, they all lies
you never sold pies in your life
criticize what decide put end to your life
juxx diamondz i f+ck you up from the b+tt of my knife
hook 4 + tru trilla

we drop jewels
y’all just wear ’em
talk about your imaginary pies that you selling
got your phone camera out
but n0body ain’t telling
fake felons, the feds come now they yelling
we drop jewels
y’all just wear ’em
talk about your imaginary pies that you selling
got your phone camera out
but n0body ain’t telling
fake felons, the feds come now they yelling

- tru trilla lyrics

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