THE CLIPSE

THE CLIPSE - Trill lyrics

rate me

(feat. Pharrell Williams)

[Chorus:]

I got jeweels, plus wheels

Pullin up in your grill, I'm so trill

Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels

And she feelin around for them pills

Bitch I'm trill, Bitch I'm so trill

Nigga I'm trill, Nigga I'm so trill

I got, my steel, I'll peel

Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill

Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels

and she feeling around for them pills

Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill

Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill

[Pusha T:]

G's up, rev them V's up

Federali's trying to reach us to keep us

Flooded pieces, diamond size Reese's Pieces

You know who he is, nigga talk show like Regis

King Push flow prestigious, hoes suck me like leeches

X and Os, tick-tack-toes

Fuck 'em, duck 'em, let them go

On to the next, got this in the decks of them Cali low-lows

Houston, candy paint, screwed up vocals

New York, Range Rov, sit on Mo-Mos

Pusha in that Bentley, G-T-Oh No

Flow chameleon, worth bout a million

Sell bolivian, Feds in oblivion

Bitch Brazilian, purse reptillian

Took her from far off island like Gilligan

[Chorus]

[Malice:]

It's me ma, you ain't dreamin

Star struck bitch damn near stopped breathing

So real that hon' ain't believin

Out my bracelet she can't make rhyme or reason

Soon as you get your heart involved

That's when I fall back love, au revoir

So international, French Riviera

Love for foreign cars would explain my Carrera

Who cares when these fools talk

Don't mean jack til that tool gotta talk

Icy wrists help me to cool off

And the second hand on this bitch it moon walk

Reminds me of how I applied myself

And why I now ride with Tiptronic help

Bankroll on overload

I eeny meeny miny moe them hoes, I'm so trill

[Chorus]

[Pusha T:]

So many different things make me trill

Start with that 'B' with wings over the grill

Maybe how my way with words make me mills

Or maybe it's my way with birds digital scales

Young, restless, talk so reckless

Two hundred thousand up in my necklace

Four of ya Hummers wrapped round my neck bitch

I ain't mention the Rolly red-neck like Texas

[Malice:]

To y'all ill-wishers who wanna take part

In me getting robbed, well follow ya heart

And I'll waste ya, hell I raised ya

Even let 'em cheat from my paper

Why does wealth make them hate me

And make chicks hearts so achy breaky

Rarely do I toot my own horn

But y'all fellas got too far gone, now come back

[Chorus]

[Beat rides till fade then fireworks go into Chinese New Year]

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