Trollz Lyrics - 6ix9ine ft. Nicki Minaj | Letre de | #Lyrics


Sad Pony

Watch, mmh, Glock, mmh, cock, mmh, got it, mmh
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
This cash, one hundred, you need that? I got it
You need it? Got it, cash, pockets
Bands on me, sticks on me
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
This cash, one hundred, you need that?

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin` 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 about me `cause you looking for the clouty

6ix-nina and Na-nina
Riding in a two-seater with two ninas
Baby got that Aquafina, it`s cocaína
Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a

Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends f*ck
Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends f*ck
Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts
Wait, hold up, nah, I still don`t give a f*ck

Vroom, vroom, G5
Vroom, vroom, we hot
You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like
You the type of bitch that would 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` 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 Nicki`s doin` better
I know you don`t like me, you wanna fight me
Always on my page, never double tap like me (Like me)

Baddies to my left and my right (Right)
Never chase a corny nigga, put that on my life (Life)
This finna end in his face, all this cake, he wanted to taste
He sippin` on that eight, 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 (Brr)

Somebody ushered this nigga into a clinic (Clinic)
My flow is 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 want 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, raise these lighters 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`
Bust down a Plain Jane, I got options

It`s a bunch of mini me`s, I`m the one they mockin`
Showed you how to get the 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` 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, mmh, Glock, mmh, cock, mmh, got it, mmh
If he like it, 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 home



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