TRASHBIN 3, THE RAGE

BLESSING//UPTHEMURDERRATE

DEAD

TRASHBIN, Vol. 3

BACK UP!

GLASOND IL PRINCIPE DEI SAIYAN

SEMPRE PIÙ RICCO, SEMPRE PIÙ BELLO

ROLLS (ESSENCE)

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh)
(Let's go!)

[Verse 1]
I'm a trapstar, ink runnin' down my neck, yeah
Dreads swing heavy, voice got that southern flex, yeah (skrt)
She thick-thick, but swear that body all natural (wooh)
Who dat? Movin' like she own the whole capital (yuh)
Rippin' off the tags, I'm poppin' Perky tabs
Last laugh on these haters, know exactly who I am
Cake so fat, I damn near lose my balance
Who dat? Damn, she killin' it with no practice (skrt, pow)

[Pre-Chorus]
Molly got me floatin', feelin' super contagious (woah)
Light the stage on fire, whole crowd gettin' dangerous (let's go, let's go)
Used to trap out basements, flip a pack for payment
Now I'm headlin' tours, turned the pain to greatness

[Chorus]
They jackin' all my sauce 'cause I'm too contagious (uh)
Stealin' all my wave, but they still remain nameless
Diamonds on my feet, I feel the frostbite, bitch (brrr)
Rock out every night, that's how I became this (yea, let's go)
Finna slam on all these opps like Blake Griffin
Aye shawty, hey shawty, what's your real intention?
Choppa sing aloud, hit his face with precision (pow, oou)
Shoot it like I'm Curry from the logo position (swish)

[Verse 2]
Got my shooters on the camera (flash)
Got a snowbunny in Miami (splash)
Got a side ting and she loyal
But she twerkin' like she from the islands (go crazy)
She say she in love, but I know she cappin'
Gave me sloppy in the Lambo, no hands on the dashboard
Now I'm feelin' empty, gotta jet back to the A
Talk my shit on schedule, even when the words delay (yeah)

[Bridge]
Off the pills, can't see the time tick (no)
Lean spill, numb down my whole spine, yeah
Xanny creepin', fill my mind quick
Fuckin' in the back of the Wraith, lost track of time, shit (oou)
Yeah, I lost track of time, bitch
I'm a rockstar, white lines in my iris
Oh my god, she drop it low 'cause she know I'm the highest
Steak hibachi, extra sauce, never Five Guys shit (huh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Got my shooters on the camera (flash)
Got a snowbunny in Miami (splash)
Got a side ting and she loyal
But she twerkin' like she from the islands (go crazy)
She say she in love, but I know she cappin'
Gave me sloppy in the Lambo, no hands on the dashboard
Now I'm feelin' empty, gotta jet back to the A

[Chorus]
They jackin' all my sauce 'cause I'm too contagious (uh)
Stealin' all my wave, but they still remain nameless
Diamonds on my feet, I feel the frostbite, bitch (brrr)
Rock out every night, that's how I became this (yea, let's go)
Finna slam on all these opps like Blake Griffin
Aye shawty, hey shawty, what's your real intention?
Choppa sing aloud, hit his face with precision (pow, oou)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(380, yeah)
(Yuh)
(Skrt, skrt)
(Let's go!)

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