Trilla (Feat. ASAP Twelvy & ASAP Nast) (Lyrics)

@DomingoTutu / 02 Nov, 2011

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
Pass the pass the pass the muthafuckin swisher
Pour some muthafuckin liquor
For my muthafuckin niggas
Who ain’t with us, keep it trilla

With my gold teeth and my french braids
Been getting dough since the 10th grade
Wealth is in the mind not the pocket
If that’s the case, then I been paid

Herringbone Chain
My gold frames
My Cartiers
You small change
You bitch made
I’m old school
Like dempstars and switch blades
I spit game
I get paid
I pimp game, my pimp
I be that pretty muthafucka, ASAP is just my nickname

I’m coming down when I’m tippin on them 4’s
Cause we shittin on we shittin on these niggas and these hoes

Cause that purp shit, I sip up
Your big shows, you slipped up
I get-get my dick licked
I’m draped out and drip-dripped up

Top of the top of the line
All on my grind, purple be easing my mind
They runnin and they runnin we gunnin we gunnin
We gonna hit one at a time-time

Them bad bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I’m real though

[Verse 2: ASAP Twelvy]
All theses boppers wanna bop em
Niggas wanna jock em
Not a red light horus city cop that can stop em

Going broke is not an option
Always on that cash flow
She used to call me ass hole
Now she drop that ass low

Fuck it man, I’m past doe
Sour diesel, slash coke
ASAP, we the last hope
Fuck it, dis my fast flow

I slow it down, I pick it up
Blue jeans, I rip em up
That’s swag, bitch
You mad, bitch
See you in my past bitch

I’m headed to the future
Twelvy ain’t no loser
Mixing up that syrup
Call it Punky Brewster

I’m slurring, wassup
Don’t tell me to shut up
I ain’t tryna start shit
But man, I’m really fucked up

I lucked up, I see it as a come up
I’m on my job man, I’ll see you when the sun’s up
Young niggas run everything
ASAP to the top and these bitches love everything

[Verse 3: ASAP Nast]
God bless America, my flow is scarier
Style wild like my nigga Common after Erykah

Yo bitch, I’m in bed with her
Head so good, make a nigga feel good
’till the point I wanna marry her

But I be on my pimpin shit
Check out my limp ‘nd shit
I be gettin money gettin money, can you dig it bitch

Ho get on my pimpin ship, all aboard all aboard
East coast muthafuckas makin all the noise all the noise

I know you niggas heard of us
Raff Simon murderers
Fashion killa, word to bigga boss I never heard of ya

Still sippin, candy painted whips is what I’m sittin in
Kitchen Kim is whippin up that shit to get these bitches here

New York nasty flow
That’s a little bit of crack mixed in with a 5th of Hen
Businessmen, middle finger to your fuckin buisiness, man

Ray Da Vinci shit
Rollercoaster, take a flick of this
Motion picture shit
Bitch I grind like a skater do
Always strive and prosper
Rock, what level we gon take it to

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