TROLLZ Lyrics – 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj

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Song Title:TROLLZ Lyrics
Additional Vocal:CanonF8
Releasing Date:June 12, 2020
Label:ScumGang Records
Written By:6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj

TROLLZ Lyrics

https://youtu.be/oNg3M9IJJlY

Alright….
We drinkin’ our last??
Moving our bad day
I’m a seller with the sauce
And I never take an? okay
post up, no latte….

So, let play one of those hits
India you ain’t never seen colors like this
Turn in the orange and the yellow in the pink
Spelling love is the sunset into the
Grab your waistline (right)

It’s your neck to the bassline
Hold up, slow it down
take file
Let me do my two step crossover
Ayy, I kill up in the whip through a grey sky
Skkrrt skkrrt, windows up


Watchin’ world disappear as we kick others
But the magic at the night go and do what it does
And never get in the way if somebody’s fallen in love
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 ass, 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 niggas, 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 fuck
Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends fuck
Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts
Wait, hold up, nah, I still don’t give a fuck
Vroom, vroom, G5, vroom, vroom, we high

You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like
You a type of bitch 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 ass, 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 nigga, put that on my life
Just put it in his face, all this cake, he wanted a taste
We sippin’ on that Ace, itsy-bitsy waist, pretty face
Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh)
He a slave to this pussy, 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 nigga into a clinic
My flow’s still sick, I ain’t talkin’ a pandemic
I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches 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 bitches start plottin’ (Plottin’)
When I come out, it’s a sweep, bitches 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 ass, 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’, “Ass, ass, ass”
They be speedin’, tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crash
Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash

That real ass ain’t keep your nigga homeole, haan, firse machanega

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