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

(Sad Pony)

Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm

Cocked, mhm, got it, mhm

You need that? I got it

This cash, my pockets

That's cash, one hundred

You need that? I got it

Need it, got it, cash, pockets

Bands on me, sticks on me

You need that? I got it

This cash, my pockets

That's 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 a*s

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 'bout you n!ggas

Please stop talking 'bout me

Always talking 'bout me

'Cause you looking for the clouty

6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina

Riding in a two-seater with two ninas

Baby got that Aquafina, it's c*caina

Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a

Forgiatos on a Benz truck

Make her friends fxck

Told her she could get Chanel

If she let my friends fxck

Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts

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

Vroom, vroom, G5

Vroom, vroom, we high

You the type of n!gga that I never wanna be like

You a type of b!tch that will 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 a*s

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Benz truck in the back

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Boomin' at your man

Now we boomin' at his mata

Split his fxcking wig

Bust it open like piñata

He tryna put in mi culo, real fat gato

When he eat it

I tell him to squeeze it like a taco

All my n!ggas out of town

Moving all that blanco

I ain't letting up on you b!tches say uncle

Still the baddest b!tch

Quarantining in mi casa

Talking all that sh!t

But you b!tches ain't saying caca

Uh, a flock of birds, waka

All my b!tches pretty

Juicy booty, pretty knockers

Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh)

He a slave to this pxssy, call me master

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

They get nervous

When it's Nicki on the roster (Rrr)

Somebody usher this n!gga into a clinic

My flow's still sick

I ain't talkin' a pandemic

I write my own lyrics

A lot of these b!tches gimmicks

They study Nicki style

Now all of them wan' 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

Wrists light up like a lamp

They gon' have to send they

Best fighter for the champ

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 a*s

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Benz truck in the back

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm

cocked, mhm, got it, mhm

If he like, I throw it fast

Real fast, fast, fast

He singin' my old song

Yellin', "A*s, a*s, a*s"

They be speedin', tryna beat me

Then they crash, crash, crash

Still a hundred like the number

On my dash, dash, dash

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