The IllEST the realEST the trillEST - Machine Gun Kelly, Trae Tha Truth, Bun B

The IllEST the realEST the trillEST - Machine Gun Kelly, Trae Tha Truth, Bun B

Альбом
Fuck It
Год
2017
Язык
`English`
Длительность
191190

Below is the lyrics of the song The IllEST the realEST the trillEST , artist - Machine Gun Kelly, Trae Tha Truth, Bun B with translation

Lyrics " The IllEST the realEST the trillEST "

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The IllEST the realEST the trillEST

Machine Gun Kelly, Trae Tha Truth, Bun B

Pesos, pesos, all I know is chase those

Everyday I wake up, all I drink is Jamo

My bitch is insane, all she want is anal

She cut blow with Drain-O, bust it on the table

Everybody say they loyal, tell me where the fuck is they though?

We ain’t never see you bitches, Carmen San Diego

I ain’t ever sold my soul, I ain’t ever had no halo

Smoke J’s big as egg rolls, hit that Jose Canseco

Mix that OJ and Cuervo, so high that I see angels

Came all the way from the kitchen, frying them potatoes

And y’all can talk all you want to

'Cause it will never be in my face though

And ya’ll mothafuckas keep lookin, but can’t nobody fill my space ho

I’m the realest mothafucka, I’m on some UGK

Trillest mothafucka, you feel me mane?

Asshole, kinda moody, ho

Mexico with the plug named Julio

I been champing this work at the studio

What the fuck you think I got this for?

Nobody here tryna scoop me though

When I pull up, I’ll be looking like a movie, ho

Old school like Coolio

Bitch, I got a shooter in the back

Nigga, ho

They must not know I am the one that greenlight the hood

Have 'em get you

They’ll never pull up at

Just hop out and go put a price on your life, I got money to blow

I’m 'bout that, homie, I bet you can’t doubt that, homie

Money, can’t count that, homie, I’ll go

Yeah, I’m jumpin' out that, homie

Yeah, I got your bitch on the side, she say she got ass

You only wanna bounce back, homie

Tell her that wanna put us on the block

For somebody, go and tell her now, homie

don’t understand now

These chains got me cooler like a fan now

Ain’t trying to compete, that shit gay

Like everybody wanna be the man now

I’m the realest mothafucka, they call it murder

I kill this mothafucka, you feel me, mane?

Original nigga I’ve never been cloned

Never been sober, I’m high like a drone

Smoking a cone, used to distribute cocaine in your zone

But shit I moved on, to bigger and better

I’m smarter and wiser, so this shouldn’t be a surprise

See me pull up in the foreigner size of shotgun shug where I used to reside bra

You gots to be in the gym, physically fit if you comin for him

You already know that I’m coming with them, trigger it in cause you sink or you

swim

So don’t get down cause you might get drowned cause I don’t fuck around my

brother

So don’t make a sound just shut up before I hit you with the quarter pound

muh’fucker

Anybody wanna catch a square anytime, any place I’ll be right there

Standing in the middle of the motherfucking street

Ready with them hands and I’m ready with the heat

Took all my feet that I been that I look

You can play if you want but you will get took

Bumping them gloves, oh look you a piece with a hook

Real quick life is bitch you shooked look

I wrote the book on this real shit

25 years and I still spit

Murder the mic and I kill shit

And that’s something you folks have to deal with

Bring me your boss and I put him to work

Eat him for lunch and then that’s fo' dessert

Fuck with me and your feelings get hurt

Then I put you to sleep, take a nap in the dirt

Cause I don’t feel this motherfucker

I was born the best and yes I’m still this motherfucker

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