Yeah
T-r-i-l-l-a
Ayy yeah
Bitch I'm a rapper come and book me
Ay I need some milk cause I keep rollin up this cookie
The way you niggas built I can tell your daddy pussy
All eyes on me like Tupac, they watchin' me like movies
Ay come here bae let's cuddle
Ay come rub on my booty
You niggas ain't got no hustle
I wake up I get to it
I pulled up in that hellcat smokin' hail mary
Your whole team the pussy cats all y'all niggas scary
Ay pretty bitch she brown skin look like Halle Berry
Y'all niggas some crash dummies call y'all Tom and Jerry
She like you outside tonight bitch you know I'm ready
I might f*ck around and call this Trilla Macaveli
He say Trilla can you be my baby do you love me
He say Trilla girl you drive me crazy come and hug me
He say baby why you actin' weird you actin' funny
I say boy get out your feelings I just want some money
Bitch I'm an artist paint a picture
And I don't f*ck with bitches unless that bitch my sister
That nigga had me f*cked up couldn't get him out my system
I got my groove back now bitch I got my rhythm
Right now I feel like Austin right now I got the power
They booked me down in Boston my flight leave in bout an hour
They used to overlook me now they givin' me my flowers
Ain't never had no fear in me ain't never been no coward
What the f*ck
Don't play with me
I be telling these niggas all the time don't f*cking play with me
He like baby can you stay with me
Boy what the f*ck you might oversleep nigga get yo ass up
Boy you know I'm still f*ck nigga free
Kicked that boy right out the spot
You ain't got no money nigga what the f*ck we talkin' bout
He like baby can you stay with me
Hell nawl
Ay ay turn me up
Bitch I'm an artist paint a picture
And I don't f*ck with bitches unless that bitch my sister
That nigga had me f*cked up couldn't get him out my system
I got my groove back now bitch I got my rhythm
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Yeah
T-r-i-l-l-a
Ayy yeah
Bitch I'm a rapper come and book me
Ay I need some milk cause I keep rollin up this cookie
The way you niggas built I can tell your daddy pussy
All eyes on me like Tupac, they watchin' me like movies
Ay come here bae let's cuddle
Ay come rub on my booty
You niggas ain't got no hustle
I wake up I get to it
I pulled up in that hellcat smokin' hail mary
Your whole team the pussy cats all y'all niggas scary
Ay pretty bitch she brown skin look like Halle Berry
Y'all niggas some crash dummies call y'all Tom and Jerry
She like you outside tonight bitch you know I'm ready
I might f*ck around and call this Trilla Macaveli
He say Trilla can you be my baby do you love me
He say Trilla girl you drive me crazy come and hug me
He say baby why you actin' weird you actin' funny
I say boy get out your feelings I just want some money
Bitch I'm an artist paint a picture
And I don't f*ck with bitches unless that bitch my sister
That nigga had me f*cked up couldn't get him out my system
I got my groove back now bitch I got my rhythm
Right now I feel like Austin right now I got the power
They booked me down in Boston my flight leave in bout an hour
They used to overlook me now they givin' me my flowers
Ain't never had no fear in me ain't never been no coward
What the f*ck
Don't play with me
I be telling these niggas all the time don't f*cking play with me
He like baby can you stay with me
Boy what the f*ck you might oversleep nigga get yo ass up
Boy you know I'm still f*ck nigga free
Kicked that boy right out the spot
You ain't got no money nigga what the f*ck we talkin' bout
He like baby can you stay with me
Hell nawl
Ay ay turn me up
Bitch I'm an artist paint a picture
And I don't f*ck with bitches unless that bitch my sister
That nigga had me f*cked up couldn't get him out my system
I got my groove back now bitch I got my rhythm
T-r-i-l-l-a
Ayy yeah
Bitch I'm a rapper come and book me
Ay I need some milk cause I keep rollin up this cookie
The way you niggas built I can tell your daddy pussy
All eyes on me like Tupac, they watchin' me like movies
Ay come here bae let's cuddle
Ay come rub on my booty
You niggas ain't got no hustle
I wake up I get to it
I pulled up in that hellcat smokin' hail mary
Your whole team the pussy cats all y'all niggas scary
Ay pretty bitch she brown skin look like Halle Berry
Y'all niggas some crash dummies call y'all Tom and Jerry
She like you outside tonight bitch you know I'm ready
I might f*ck around and call this Trilla Macaveli
He say Trilla can you be my baby do you love me
He say Trilla girl you drive me crazy come and hug me
He say baby why you actin' weird you actin' funny
I say boy get out your feelings I just want some money
Bitch I'm an artist paint a picture
And I don't f*ck with bitches unless that bitch my sister
That nigga had me f*cked up couldn't get him out my system
I got my groove back now bitch I got my rhythm
Right now I feel like Austin right now I got the power
They booked me down in Boston my flight leave in bout an hour
They used to overlook me now they givin' me my flowers
Ain't never had no fear in me ain't never been no coward
What the f*ck
Don't play with me
I be telling these niggas all the time don't f*cking play with me
He like baby can you stay with me
Boy what the f*ck you might oversleep nigga get yo ass up
Boy you know I'm still f*ck nigga free
Kicked that boy right out the spot
You ain't got no money nigga what the f*ck we talkin' bout
He like baby can you stay with me
Hell nawl
Ay ay turn me up
Bitch I'm an artist paint a picture
And I don't f*ck with bitches unless that bitch my sister
That nigga had me f*cked up couldn't get him out my system
I got my groove back now bitch I got my rhythm
Writer: Briana Fields
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