letra de triflin - cxleb
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cxleb! is a b-tch!
run up with gang a n-gga talk sh-t, he get hit in his brain
lil’ b-tch, i don’t want you, yeah, you is a lame
i’m makin’ this cash, i’m makin’ this green
me and my bro, we run up on you
yeah, you cannot see us, don’t give me no clue
that b-tch think i want her, yeah, b-tch, you a fool
like, why you obsessed with me, i make your ass drool
yeah, hoes be triflin
ball so hard, like jeremy lin
she try to come back, like, where you been
we popped the lil’ b-tch, yeah, that is a win
he ask for a feature, like, n-gga, you trim
they walkin’ up on us, like, who the f-ck them
i’m sippin’ this lean, yeah it’s filled to the rim
i’m scorin’ this drank, yeah, n-gga, i’m him
yeah, n-gga, you lame now
yeah, i put your ass on trial
n-gga, you weird, you talkin’ sh-t, and you got a beard
n-gga, you old as f-ck, why you here
i f-cked on your wife, i did it with no fear
i’m popping a n-gga, that sh-t in his dome
b-tch, why you texting me, leave me alone
i don’t f-ck with that b-tch, i stay in my zone
like, why you talkin’ sh-t, n-gga, you grown
your b-tch in my bed, i make her ass moan
nah let me stop playing, you know this my own
shot her in toe, that b-tch not a hoe
but she sound like one doe, n-ggas actin’ slow
yeah, i’m finna send they ass below
they can’t even see no more
i pull out the glock, like up the sco’
he think that we cool, you not my bro
fifty shots at the feet, he ain’t walkin’ no more
he tryna take my beat, so i took his motherf-ckin’ hoe
he think he finna leave, nah, n-gga, you finna get some more
my bars are so clean, and i’m goin’ without my beam
told that b-tch to go to sleep
after i make her ass cream
she stay on them drugs, that b-tch is a fiend
hoes be triflin’, hoes be triflin
hoes be triflin’, these hoes be triflin
hoes be triflin’, hoes be triflin
hoes be triflin’, these hoes be triflin
yeah, hoes be triflin
ball so hard, like jeremy lin
she try to come back, like, where you been
we popped the lil’ b-tch, yeah, that is a win
he ask for a feature, like, n-gga, you trim
they walkin’ up on us, like, who the f-ck them
i’m sippin’ this lean, yeah it’s filled to the rim
i’m scorin’ this drank, yeah, n-gga, i’m him
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