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[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
Bitch I'm trill, Bitch 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
Bitch I'm trill, bitch 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
Fuck '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
Bitch Brazilian, purse reptillian
Took her from far off island like Gilligan
[Chorus]
[Malice]
It's me ma, you ain't dreamin
Star struck bitch damn near stopped breathing
So real that hon' ain't believin