Skeamz - Trilla lyrics

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Skeamz - Trilla lyrics

Intro Yeah, Skeamz, Finago Prodigy hope mama's proud of me Dogs sh** talk my courage cowardly But I'm used to it, high under my roof of my influence M. Bison Psycho Crush Trilla, check it Verse If you part of the opposite s**, call me Mr. Finesse Like ya perm you was pressed, I ain't here to impress Or mean disrespect, but Skeamz had to flex, RIP fit to rest Steez be the best, double D's be her breasts And a tease feel right you the only b**h left Keep my pet in check; bring it back play fetch And she reach for my Tec, tell her don't get wet I know you hot don't f** wit my heat Gotta a stroke technique, if ya a** wanna leak Then we rinse and repeat, and you twerk unique Know I wanna eat, gave a kiss on the cheek Cause that b**h is a freak, diggin this beat k** this sh** in my sleep, like her p**y so deep Ass a mountain peak, dat sh** real steep Fly sh** we keep, so we move in a fleet b**h we gone, hittin dat strong Blunt so fat might think it's a bong n***a what's wrong, your plug was a con Found out you was hittin reggie all along Sour deez lime, b**h act like a mime We cut on cloud 69 I get Enistin, while I drink dat fine Till I throw up how a n***a unwind Wit dat Moscato, I pop dem bottles I'm desperado, the drum got hollows Tell dat model give me digits like you work for the lotto Pull her G-string call dat vibrato Lets f** to The Motto, she swallow ride like it's auto She f**ed Future, I hit her tomorrow, Asked me if my dick she could borrow, I was like nah hoe Gotta lease this, this sh** designer ain't got creases Bumpin Nirvana like young Kurt preach sh** Know Victoria's secret I eats it A reminder I charge for my features I'm in the game take shots from the bleachers Ball so hard need my own sneakers Sip dat potion straight from the beackers If you a barbie I know voodoo Go smack at the twins can't tell who's who Beat her a** up gotta a pink b**boo I'm the sh** won't take it so don't doo-doo When I see Dew Baby I think Nu Nu Just stage dive when the crowd BOOs! You Shoot ya living room with a drive-thru view Bullsh** on a beat I refuse to