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letra de mr trxll - deetrxll

yeah

trxll

gang gang

i pull up in yo city like “oh god d-mn that’s mr trxll”
i went brought a diamond chain just to match the grill
and n-gga if i hug yo b-tch i might just give her chills
all my n-ggas steppers and gorillas yeah we known for drills
back in the day i was jackin sh-t now a n-gga just stacking sh-t
gotta choppa in the trunk and you know that b-tch came with extra clips
n-ggas know not to f-ck with me cuz deetrxll he get the bidness clear
don’t treat me like a duffy cuz i’m get paper every year
i’m extra
don’t run up on me n-gga cuz u might leave on a stretcher
got all the weight move by its self this not no tesla
you got watch these n-gga cuz thesе n-ggas be regretful
and that’s why i don’t sleep with out my gun it on thе dresser
father please forgive me cuz a n-gga keep on sin lord
making sell back to back like the dope was on a bungee cord
and my weed so f-ckin strong i bet you thought this sh-t was steroids
now i’m sitting on side a opp i know that p-ssy n-gga paranoid
i just put some diamonds on my wrist that sh-t cost bout a hunnit
and i ain’t with no ratchet b-tch cuz all them hoes be bummin
b-tch i’m aiming at yo head!
what the f-ck i look like i ain’t shooting stomach
ima leave a n-gga dead !
yeah that choppa get to thumping thumping thumping
i get the bag and i doze off
n-gga i ain’t average i’m muf-ckin throwed off
i’m taking yo b-tch and i’m f-ckin her throat off
ima come straight at yo top like a mohawk
ima keep climbing and climbing i told y’all
ima keep moving this weight like a uhaul
the choppa ain’t buss in a minute got blue b-lls
you run up i gun up i’m knocking yo shoe off
aye aye
n-gga stop playing with me
i gotta new choppa spraying for free
if he gotta problem i solve it
i put his lil face on the front of a corner store tee
these n-ggas ain’t ready for me
i ain’t beefing cuz n-ggas to petty for me
got yo b-tch in the bed bouta spread it for me
bouta f-ck her a duck her she wet up the sheets
i den hop off the porch landed right in the street
aye
you ain’t get bread yo broke boy
checks keep coming like oh lord
might go cop me a rolls royce
big diamonds in my watch to cold boy
you ain’t my brother you a b-tch you folded boy
gotta glock call it grim cuz it’s takin yo soul boy
yo b-tch on take that wood no lowe’s boy
i pull up in yo city like “oh god d-mn that’s mr trxll”
i went brought a diamond chain just to match the grill
and n-gga if i hug yo b-tch i might just give her chills
all my n-ggas steppers and gorillas yeah we known for drills

- deetrxll

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