L.E.$. - Trilla lyrics

rate me

Yeah

Hally dollar mother f*cker

yeah, come and dime, dime dime

Yeah poppin poppin poppin truck on niggas grannies

with the candy on my caley

some swangin and then banging got them poppers looking at me

in my SB in my low..bad bitches on my jot

we rolled up and we holed up and we slowed up

and it don't stop

this grow shit, this grow shit we talk shit

I duz this, your chick ..my love bitch

I'm too high to f*ck with

we run the crome and I make the foe

rollz up in .. I keep the class like share toes

got bitches all in my cellphone

that switchin the lane standing nigga the grain

looking my piece of my chain

I'm pimpin my grain

'cause she'll be givin me brain

so we can listen to ..who livin a lot

f*cking like you getting fly

or when you're getting ..

I'm puffing the lie tell you that I'ma be high

I got me a couple of bitches

..but I'm disgusted

but you getting touched and..I bust

I bust me a level I bust me a night

I'm feelin', I'm sleeping, I'm trippin and tryin to get you so high

I'm huggin the silent and why this niggas is been lying my ..a light

just a like a pimpin the..in front of their leg

..sippin the tight droppin at my stains owe

better got a..low poppin at that candy mother f*cker which your dream hoe

I stand too fly and far from a circle

bitches wanna know the name .. dollar mother f*cker