TROLLZ (Explicit) 歌詞
TROLLZ (Explicit) - 6ix9ine/Nicki Minaj (妮琪·米娜)
Sad Pony
Watch mhm Glock mhm cocked mhm got it mhm
You need that I got it this cash my pockets
The 'Cat 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
The 'Cat 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***as 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 cocaina
Smoking on that OG reefer no TMZ-a
Forgiatos on a Benz truck make her friends f**k
Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends f**k
Stars shining in the Rolls Royce it got red guts
Wait hold up nah I still don't give a f**k
Vroom vroom G5 vroom vroom we high
You the type of n***a that I never wanna be like
You a type of b***h 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
Dollar dollar bill come get her
Even your man know Nickis do it 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
Never chase a corny n***a put that on my life
Just put it in his face all this cake he wanted a taste
We sippin' on that Ace itty-bitty waist pretty face
Yeah eat it Cookie Monster
Ooh
He a slave to this p***y 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***a into a clinic
My flow's still sick I ain't talkin' a pandemic
I write my own lyrics a lot of these b***hes 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
Racks I got 'em Mary I'm poppin'
They keep hatin' but still watchin'
Check the boards I'm still toppin'
Bustdown or plain jane I got options
It's a bunch of mini-mes I'm the one they mockin'
Showed you how to get a bag now you goin' shoppin'
When I come out all the sneak b***hes start plottin'
Plottin'
When I come out it's a sweep b***hes 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 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
That real a*s ain't keep your n***a home