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letra de triler - teejayx6 & lex luger

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[intro]
b-tch! wow
what the f-ck?
alight
b-tch!
man, what the f-ck?

[chorus]
i just keep gettin’ richer, and n-ggas just keep hatin’ on me
they don’t know i hit they b-tches, n-gga, god my witness
i gotta keep me a pistol, make ’em dance like a triller
i ain’t never said i was a k!ller, but if a n-gga try me, i’ma k!ll him

[verse 1: teejayx6 & teejayx6 & peter griffin]
i ain’t record no accidentals, we used to ride in rentals
in the back of a sprinter, with a chopstick like i’m ’bout to go to dinner
i’m on the block every day like a center
custom my whip, 5k for a fender
take all the money off your card, i’m a trickster
she suck my d-ck, now she think i’ma kiss her
shoot a lil’ n-gga like, “pow” right in the kisser
he on the floor like “ah” d-mn, i know that sh-t hurt
whippin’ the pot, right with the mixer
she bring drinks in the club, she think i’ma tip her
this b-tch hit, d-mn, she need a fix-up
lame ass n-ggas on the gram, they just d-ck suck
in the hood with my ice, n-gga, i ain’t puttin’ sh-t up
said that i’m broke, you just makin’ sh-t up
ran out of wok, need to fill up my cup
yeah she got a n-gga, he a lil’ ass crumb
n-gga, i ain’t sippin’ no-no pints
i’ma grab some more [?] pokin’ sh-t up
n-gga, sendin’ my weed overnight
i ain’t waitin’ all days, you can pay that fee
’bout to scoop this cash on the way to the east
everybody with me gettin’ plated at the feast
my og was right when she said, “don’t play in the street”
bake a n-gga ass, i don’t play with no beef
f-ck it, i’ma keep on scorin’ ’cause the opps like defense
trap more crowded than the miami beaches
n-gga, he ain’t ballin’, he just sittin’ on the bleachers
yeah, he be over there with the teachers
d-mn, boy your money little like caesars
when i’m on the block, n-ggas treat me like jesus
[chorus]
i just keep gettin’ richer, and n-ggas just keep hatin’ on me
they don’t know i hit they b-tches, n-gga, god my witness
i gotta keep me a pistol, make ’em dance like a triller
i ain’t never said i was a k!ller, but if a n-gga try me, i’ma k!ll him

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