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Treez & Liquor
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Fat Trel
Featuring(s) : Rich Hil
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[Fat Trel] Ricky Hill, Slickville, I'm the illest here My new bitch is crawlin' on all fours (crawlin' on all fours) Poppin' Tylenol 4's (and poppin' Tylenol 4's) These bitches say they all for us (bitches say they all for us) But in the end they all whores (but in the end they all whores) Now I'm ridin' suicide doors (ridin' suicide doors) Smokin' tree with my liquor (smokin' tree with my liquor) Just finished f*ckin', woke up and wanted for more (woke up and wanted for more) And when I park, I make the bitch open the door (bitch open the door) [Fat Trel] Look, I like the lights real low with a dyke ho Smoke big dope, she's psycho See, the tire on flat, window bust out Cut it out, you ain't f*ckin' with the right hoes Hit it from the back, mix Sprite with the Act So fat, I be puttin' on a micro Say she tryna f*ck, I just roll the window up Bitch thought I was whipping with the nitro Head good but the p*ssy real slight though You become a habit for the night though Smokin' on the weed, ain't suckin' no dick One trick then the bitch is on white hoes I'm rich so I make her go crazy And plus when I f*ck her she pay me You gotta be kiddin', her p*ssy is Just like a lottery ticket, I'm lazy Drinkin' and smokin', these pistols I'm totin' I had your ass sleep on the pavement f*ck her for three hours, I shower I'm out and about on the daily My momma be trippin', my chopper be kicking I know she regret that she made me I trap with the thugs, just doin' my drugs And these are the things that I love [Fat Trel] I miss when she screaming she need me I wait till she sleep and I'm leaving Bendin' her over, I'm tossing it up When I f*ck it, I make it look easy Smokin' and drinkin', the dope with the lean But still I could f*ck up the scene Shoot with no blinkin', the f*ck was you thinkin? A nickle'll kiss with a beam On mollies, I feel like a fiend On Fridays, I pop me a bean I got it, my pockets are collared in cottage I promise to scream "cheese" I bet I could make her believe Fly her and the bitch to Belize She's trippin' me out, kicking her out She tryna come figure me out I show her the gang, she come from a drought We sleep in the trap in her house Cause he do no faking, don't get me mistaken The paper is what I'm about I show her the gang, she come from a drought We sleep in the trap in her house Cause he do no faking, don't get me mistaken The p*ssy is what I'm about, muah [Hook]
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