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letra de she used to - trill wil

[intro: k hoody]
k hoody man

[verse 1: k hoody]
i got the pack for a 2 seater
vvs diamonds that’s new freezer, (new freezer)
she wanna f-ck but she use to dub me
what wrong with b-tches stealing new money, (new money)
yeah, aye (aye)
you use to dub me, (you used to dub me)
yeah, aye
now they wanna f-ck me, (now they want f-ck)
main n-gga became the side n-gga when she messed around and came to my place, (my place)
old friends use to love me
now they coming back for money, (money)
off-white keep the laces tied, (cash)
when i walk around it be some air time
bad b-tches keep my spare time
you f-cked around and missed your time, (k hoody man)

[verse 2: trill wil]
rollie don’t tick on me, (tick, tick, tick)
bad lil b-tch and she wanna do tricks on me, (tricks)
fly like a pilot be, (huh)
i talk to the lord tell-em forgive all my enemies
i be where the pirates be, (pirates)
but i got no patches on me, (skrt)
you got two eyes on me
please do not spy on me
i need me some privacy, (common)
she be so talented, (talented)
she gimme head and she goin’ home walkin’
no walkie-talkie, (talkie)
she suckin’ my d-ck i could hear all the gargling, (uh uh)
these b-tches get wet
off-white every time im f-ckin’ walkin’ in
my laces tied up
so best believe every show im f-ckin’ rockin’ it, (rockin’ it)

[hook: trill wil]
you used to dub me dub me, (dub me)
make me look like a dummy dummy, (dummy)
now you wanna f-ck me f-ck me, (f-ck me)
cause im making all this money money, (money)

you used to dub me dub me, (dub me)
make me look like a dummy dummy, (dummy)
now you wanna f-ck me f-ck me
cause im making all this money money, (money, b-tch)

[verse 3: k hoody]
all of this just for some money, (money)
don’t forget you the one that dub me, (dub me)
you said that you pullin’ up deep? (pull up, pull up)
i dare you to try something funny, (d-mn)
sp-ce coupe keep the whole team lit
ion walk around unless the team wit me
run around check keep the pockets ranting
got 2 diamond rings an they stay dancing
yeah, aye (aye)
ion f-ck with these lame -ss n-ggas, (lame -ss n-ggas)
yeah, aye
for a little bit of clout they’ll chase you, (they’ll chase you)
i’ll let the cash do the talking, (i’ll let the cash do the talking)
kollision been rapping bout boston
tme gang we keep the world talking
you use to dub me now you a dummy

[verse 4: trill wil]
we come from the trenches
bad b-tches ion know what to tell em, (ion know)
she all on me, (dummy)
but she love the benjis and these denims, (denims, denims)
listen man ion know what to say, (huh, ion know)
i be gettin’ cake f-ck a b-tch any day

[verse 5: k hoody]
plug walking in with a bag to your face (with a bag)
pay a lil 10 to put it right at your case, (cash)
still talking sh-t we’ll pull up right to your face
keep the brothers wit me case the problem escalate, (grrrr)
tme the gang worldwide escalate
n-gga keep hating
keep hating
keep hating, (keep hating)
keep hating, (keep hating)
still pull ysl still banking, (i can’t stand these n-ggas man)
fiji on the wrist, (keep hating, keep hating)
rollie looking like it’s tanking, (keep hating, keep hating)

[verse 6: trill wil]
look at the fl!ck of my wrist, (wrist)
look at the lace on my kicks, (kicks)
you cannot stop me b-tch, (you can’t)

[verse 7: k hoody]
aye, what
n-ggas mad at me cause i took their place, (took it, took it)
yeah, what
goyard paris keep the belt on my waist, (waist)

[verse 8: trill wil]
i been up the score
b-tches knocking on my door
excuse your manners gucci collard hold the f-ckin’ door, (gucci)
she a goofy b-tch she sucked me up on the bathroom floor, (she dirty)
she used to dub me
guess what?
ion give a f-ck no more, (gang)

[hook: trill wil]
you used to dub me dub me, (dub me)
make me look like a dummy dummy, (dummy)
now you wanna f-ck me f-ck me, (f-ck me)
cause im making all this money money, (money)

you used to dub me dub me, (dub me)
make me look like a dummy dummy, (dummy)
now you wanna f-ck me f-ck me, (f-ck me)
cause im making all this money money, (money, b-tch)

[outro: trill wil]
huh man
tme we takin’ over 18′ man you heard me?
gang huh yuh
skrt

- trill wil

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