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Trill Song Lyrics
Trill by Clipse [Chorus]
I got jeweels, plus wheels
Pullin up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feelin around for them pills

b**ch I'm trill, b**ch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, Nigga I'm so trill

I got, my steel, I'll peel
Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feeling around for them pills

b**ch I'm trill, b**ch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill

[Pusha T]
G's up, rev them V's up
Federali's trying to reach us to keep us
Flooded pieces, diamond size Reese's Pieces
You know who he is, nigga talk show like Regis
King Push flow prestigious, hoes suck me like leeches
X and Os, tick-tack-toes
f**k 'em, duck 'em, let them go
On to the next, got this in the decks of them Cali low-lows
Houston, candy paint, screwed up vocals
New York, Range Rov, sit on Mo-Mos
Pusha in that Bentley, G-T-Oh No
Flow chameleon, worth bout a million
Sell bolivian, Feds in oblivion
b**ch Brazilian, purse reptillian
Took her from far off island like Gilligan

[Chorus]

[Malice]
It's me ma, you ain't dreamin
Star struck b**ch damn near stopped breathing
So real that hon' ain't believin
Out my bracelet she can't make rhyme or reason
Soon as you get your heart involved
That's when I fall back love, au revoir
So international, French Riviera
Love for foreign cars would explain my Carrera
Who cares when these fools talk
Don't mean jack til that tool gotta talk
Icy wrists help me to cool off
And the second hand on this b**ch it moon walk
Reminds me of how I applied myself
And why I now ride with Tiptronic help
Bankroll on overload
I eeny meeny miny moe them hoes, I'm so trill

[Chorus]

[Pusha T]
So many different things make me trill
Start with that 'B' with wings over the grill
Maybe how my way with words make me mills
Or maybe it's my way with birds digital scales
Young, restless, talk so reckless
Two hundred thousand up in my necklace
Four of ya Hummers wrapped round my neck b**ch
I ain't mention the Rolly red-neck like Texas

[Malice]
To y'all ill-wishers who wanna take part
In me getting robbed, well follow ya heart
And I'll waste ya, hell I raised ya
Even let 'em cheat from my paper
Why does wealth make them hate me
And make chicks hearts so achy breaky
Rarely do I toot my own horn
But y'all fellas got too far gone, now come back

[Chorus]

[Beat rides till fade then fireworks go into Chinese New Year]