6ix9ine/Nicki Minaj《TROLLZ》[FLAC/MP3-320K]百度云盘下载

Sad Pony

Watch, mmh, Glock, mmh, cock, mmh, you got it, mmh

You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets

This cash, one hundred, you need that? I got it

You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets

Bands on me, sticks on me

You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets

This cash, one hundred, you need that?

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwin' that cash

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwin' that ass

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Benz truck in the back

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me

You don't want no problems at your party? Don't invite me

I don't worry about you niggas, please stop talking about me

Always talking about me 'cause you looking for the clouty

6ix-nina and Na-nina

Riding in a two-seater with two ninas

Bling with that Aquafina, it's cocaína

Smoking on that OG reefer, no pangea

Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends ****

Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends ****

Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts

Wait, hold up, nah, I still don't give a ****

Vroom, vroom, G5

Vroom, vroom, we hot

You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like

You the type of bitch that would never get a reply

Hi hater, bye hater, vroom

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwin' that cash

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwin' that ass

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Benz truck in the back

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Dollar, dollar bill, come get her

Even your man know Nicki doin' better

I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me

Always on my page, never double tap like me

Baddies to my left and my right (Right)

Never chase a corny nigga, put that on my life

This finna end in his face, all this cake, he wanted to taste

He sippin' on that eight, itsy, bitsy waist, pretty face

Yeah, eat it cookie monster

He a slave to this pussy, call me monster

Real wet, I said "Slurp it like it's pasta"

They get nervous when it's Nicki on the roster

Somebody ushered this nigga into a clinic

My flow is still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic

I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks

They study Nicki style, now all of them wanna mimic

Talkin' 'bout snitches when it's snitches in your camp

Never stand alone, you always itchin' for a stamp

Me, I'm still money, raise these lighters up like a lamp

They gon' have to send they best fighter for the champ

Racks, I got 'em, Mary, I'm poppin'

They keep hatin', but still watchin'

Check the 'Boards, I'm still toppin'

Bust down a Plain Jane, I got options

It's a bunch of mini me's, I'm the one they mockin'

Showed you how to get the bag, now you goin' shoppin'

When I come out, all the sneak bitches start plottin'

When I come out, it's sweet, all these bitches start moppin'

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwin' that cash

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwin' that ass

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Benz truck in the back

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Watch, mmh, Glock, mmh, cock, mmh, you got it, mmh

If he like it, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast

Pussy in my old sound, yellin' "Ass, ass, ass"

They be speedin', tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crash

Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash

That real ass ain't keep your nigga home

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