trevmas – they think she stream كلمات اغاني
[verse 1: trevmas]
bad b_tch wanna f_ck (she do), but i don’t do no pity (yeah)
cat, it talk to me, i’m over here like h_llo kitty (like h_llo)
i just left my shot up on her back, this not no ricky (yeah)
inside of the whip is peanut b_tter, not no jiffy (yeah)
this not no skippy (yeah), rock balmain, not d_ckies (yeah, yeah)
i don’t got a type, but best believe it, ho, i’m picky (yeah)
all them hoes like, “pick me” (yeah, yeah)
start to feel like drake, ’cause after one f_ck, they get sticky (yeah, yеah)
picking up the mic in grade elеven (yeah)
they said i was goofy, i was mickey (oh, oh)
in the back seat of my whip, i’m with your b_tch we hit a quickie (oh, oh)
i got the crowd jumping, no hippie, b_tch, i’m holding .50 (oh, yeah)
yeah, we ain’t eating out, but i got this b_tch screaming, “tip me up” (oh, oh)
she like, “rip me up,” my cup like, “sip me up” (oh, yeah)
i don’t got manners, don’t got manners, no insignia (oh, oh)
and my shooter never miss, he shoot like curry, this not india (oh, yeah)
met at the club and now i’m sinning out with cynthia (ooh)
my b_tch bad, they think she stream, we box ’em up, supreme (ooh)
with my whole regime, yeah, we take out your whole team (ooh)
it’s not halloween, bl__dy face, not talking scream (ooh)
i just bagged a baddie ho, it boost my self_esteem (yeah, yeah)
up this sh_t, i cause a racket, not the tennis team (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m easily convinced, please don’t pressure me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
counting all these f_cking racks, i’m like the treasury (yeah, yeah, yeah)
g_lock in the tote, i only tote deadly accessories (yeah, yeah)
[chorus: trevmas]
bad b_tch wanna f_ck, i pick her up, we get straight to it, yeah (yeah, yeah)
this a big ass whip lil’ hoe, this a big ass unit, yeah (yeah, yeah)
hundred dollar caviar, b_tch, don’t even chew it, yeah (yeah, yeah)
you ain’t met this glock before, well, let me introduce it (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: trevmas]
this a big clip, fiber, we tote big sh_t (yeah, yeah)
hit him in his chest, ho, promise we won’t miss him (yeah, yeah)
yeah, she let me f_ck a couple times, i’m getting distant (yeah, yeah)
he think ’cause he got a couple ties, he think he big sh_t (yeah, yeah)
put his silhouette up on the ground, said i’m the best, pound for pound (yeah, yeah)
she told me she wanna f_ck, said turn around, and gave her rounds (yeah, yeah)
heard he talking sh_t, my glock, it rumble, not the tummy sound (yeah)
like the coconuts up on her chest, i like her mounds
you better come correct, d_ck up in your b_tch, look how she cum collect
she know she can’t f_ck with me, she gave me that humble neck (like h_llo)
my shooter a marksman, he shoot that sh_t like boba fett (yeah)
i brought the wock’ to germany, f_ck an oktoberfest (yeah, yeah)
i feel like dj khaled, ho, you know we the best (yeah, yeah)
b_tch, i’m riding in a ghost, it’s like my whip possessed (yeah, yeah)
every day my worth get bigger, ho, it’s never less (yeah, yeah)
nike sends me shoes themselves, these sh_t’s you’ll never get (yeah)
glocky on my side, thats my go_to (on god)
now i’m up, they want a piece, like, i don’t know you (on god)
[verse 3: funeral]
boy, you cannot ho me, at your block, they don’t know you
see me with this switch up on my glock, i’ma fold you (on god)
they don’t know you (on god), they don’t know, dude
b_tch, i’ve been a soldier with this rocket, it explode you
my choppa a f_cking wh0re, i make this b_tch blow you
b_tch, i’m busting down your door, my choppa explore you
say something, lil’ b_tch, in the whip, got a ray gun, lil’ b_tch (on god)
say something, ‘fore we play something, get a case up in this b_tch (on god)
say something ‘fore i make something, sh_t happen in this b_tch, yeah
say something, pull a rack out, pull a strap out and get hit, yeah
f_ck your reputation, taylor swift, think i did something bad
why i smack the f_ck out of his ass? he ain’t do nothing back
tell him, “come and get it back in blood,” he ain’t even touching that
i’ma still do what the f_ck i want, what your b_tch blushing at?
ayy, f_ck america, lil’ b_tch, i’ve been a psycho
my life is so sick, but i’m so sick of all my side hoes
anywhere i’m at, these b_tches go wherever i go
i’ma take a walk, yeen really with it like i’m tycho
[chorus: trevmas]
(ooh) bad b_tch wanna f_ck, i pick her up, we get straight to it, yeah (ooh)
this a big ass whip lil’ hoe, this a big ass unit, yeah (ooh)
hundred dollar caviar, b_tch, don’t even chew it, yeah (ooh)
you ain’t met this glock before, well, let me introduce it
[outro: trevmas]
ooh (oh, woah, woah)
ooh (oh, woah, woah)
ooh (oh, woah, woah)
ooh
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