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future & 21 savage - triflin (lil durk diss) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
oh yeah, super super
astronaut, yeah

[chorus]
giorgio armani, i’m drippin’ in it
aston martin, i’m whippin’ in it
sh_t gettin’ too specific
10 black whips, i’m too consistent
to my foreign b_tches, tell me if i’m too persistent
all my baby mamas, i just bought ‘em brand new benzes
i need a power of attorney, i’m ’bout to f_ck up some m’s
i need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
i’m ’bout to push me a wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
i’m ’bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

[verse 1]
i’m ’bout to f_ck up some mula
but you ain’t owe me no check
i don’t care if you was my daddy
b_tch i’ma cut off your neck
we rockin’ vv’s and ss’s
i swear they get a lil’ crowded
my chains; they fight for attention
my neck’ll get a lil’ rowdy
i’m doin’ my thizzle my nizzle
i work me the price down the middle
i keep me a bag of those skittles
tryna get you a radical feelin’
automatic, it came with no ceiling
all this trappin’ it got you offended
hit a 3_6_0 in a minute
then i punch on the gas a lil harder
i be whippin’ the lamb like a charger
get that money in the bag like a robber
when i whip it? i whip it up harder
to the young n_ggas rockin’ the starters
i was sittin’ in the back of the marta
now i sit in the back of a foreign
soon as i took off the ‘rari
i got the clutch in the carbon (brr, brr)
chrous

[verse 2: 21 savage]
cut the lights on, f_ck it, cut the lights off, diamonds lit
couple vvs’s on my neck the way my diamonds hit
i was 13, robbin’ n_ggas, drinking that brown b_tch
riding in a drop with a glock and a f_cking stick
vvs all on my neck, hold up
100 round drum in that tec, hold up
pull up on you in a ‘vette, hold up
pull up, b_tches break their neck, hold up
pull up on you in a ghost, hold up
pull up, break your b_tch’s throat, hold up
n_ggas think i make money rapping but b_tch i’m still selling dope
i’m in dc with my n_gga lightshow
went to avianne now my f_cking ice glow
and i keep a pistol everywhere that i go
i don’t need no f_cking shooter, young savage gon’ blow

chrous

[verse 3 future]
why you be lookin’ so foul? whoa (whoa)
i put the hundreds in piles (whoa, whoa)
we ’bout to roll up some franklins (yeah)
we ’bout to roll up some loud (yeah)
you better stay in your lane (yeah)
i’m swervin’ all over the map (ya)
i got a panamanian
with her lil’ pretty face all in my lap (ya)
i let her go to sak’s fifth avenue
runnin’ some laps (i swerve)
sometimes i go to chanel
and i sit in the b_tch like it’s a trap (yeah)
rolex store’s in my bando (pluto)
boy george bush with the ammo (yeah)
i spent an m on indo (scrilla)
put it on an 18_wheeler (re’d up)
trappin’ and rappin’, finessin’ (talk to her)
i go beyond for the scrilla (add it up)
freezin’ that ice out your chest (talk to her)
you lookin’ just like a dealer (yeah)
add it all up on an ipad (add it up)
talk to the plug on a car phone (talk to her)
went to miami and re’d up (ballin’)
rovers (woah), porsches (porsches)
chrous

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- future 21 savage

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