Raven Sorvino

Raven Sorvino - Trill Bitches lyrics

rate me

Ah, I’m calling

Ah, I’m calling

I’m calling all my real bitches

Niggas jack wanna trill with ya

Politics wanna be with you

Subsquare niggas can’t deal with you

.. step back at it

If you got a pretty face, you can turn it to the back

Gold on the neck, Johnny on the wrist

Quarters on the fee, your hoe don’t exist

Got your L with, brothers wanna hate

I’ve been barking real shit, them hoes barking faith.

Tracks and tape mills looking great

A true ass bitch who can spot the old scent

Fly as fuck in the air like…

Them hoes wanna bite, they ain’t got no sway

On the Instagram them hoes get mad

Be the main bitch.. the fans!

If a bitch wanna hate you, then she ain’t on my level

Talking all the shits, seen them hoes to the devil

Nigga, I’m a rebel, been there with the medal

Corny ass niggas ain’t popping like cattle.

Black on black, shit looking like the fuel

Somebody gotta die, it ain’t gonna be me

I’m inside when I ride, I’m near every beat

Whole crib on my team, bitch ODD

Hook: (x2)

Where the trill bitches at?...

Forty ounce out… and the crowd picking…

Folding at the weed, the bitch know how to act

Where the trill bitches at?

Where the trill bitches at?

I’m calling all my real bitches

Niggas jack wanna trill with ya

Politics wanna be with you

Subsquare niggas can’t deal with you

.. step back at it

If you got a pretty face, you can turn it to the back

… the black scale bend it

..lil girls wanna beat me

Bad girls rave me, that’s a trill ass bitch

OG said I’ve been talking fresh kicks

Murder, murder, kill, kill

If that fucking movie set dollar bills

In the strip club chicken, no stiletto hills

Ain’t with the fuck stel, tell you how the chill

Rolling, smoking, damn, pop a pill

On a daddy brown shit, pop an extra pill

If a bitch wanna hate you, then she ain’t on my level

Talking all the shits, seen them hoes to the devil

Nigga, I’m a rebel, been there with the medal

Corny ass niggas ain’t popping like cattle.

Black on black, shit looking like the fuel

Somebody gotta die, it ain’t gonna be me

I’m inside when I ride, I’m near every beat

Whole crib on my team, bitch ODD

Hook: (x2)

Where the trill bitches at?...

Forty ounce out… and the crowd picking…

Folding at the weed, the bitch know how to act

Where the trill bitches at?

Where the trill bitches at?

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