Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trill Spill, artist - Babyface Ray. Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trill Spill |
| How you want it? |
| My jeans eleven-hundred |
| These ain’t rockstars, move like a top dog |
| Top floor, with the blinds open getting topped off |
| Jumped off the porch full speed, getting gwap dog |
| I got court in the morning, I gotta go |
| I give my L’s back and your shorty ain’t gotta go |
| He fuck his money up, when he get it, he solid tho' |
| He gon' put his niggas on in the hood, you probably won’t |
| Ayy, the fake can’t stay fake for too long, huh |
| At my funeral, I still won’t have a suit on |
| First it was stainless steel, then I got the yacht two-tone |
| Got fucked up then I sold it, nah, I don’t take loans |
| Got right back in my bag, nah, I don’t take long |
| She wasn’t shit until I hit her, I guess I make hoes |
| I bought a QP for my habit, smoke 'til the shake gone |
| Perkys, I ate those, I’ma sip 'til the drank gone |
| Them handguns cool, but I’ma ride with the Draco |
| You lil' niggas cool, but I’ma stick to my day ones |
| You want the money, fuck the gangbanging |
| In my opp’s hood, chain hanging, flip phone, still banging |
| Real nigga and I can’t change it (Can't change it) |
| Why the fuck you in the strip club, it ain’t raining? |
| (Nah, it ain’t raining) |
| That’s like a nigga come into your trap house, just standing around |
| My pockets loaded, I be handing it out |
| I cut her off, lil' mama trynna damage me now |
| She cut me deep, I tell the doctor just bandage me out |
| I touch down in MIA, I’m driving phantoms around |
| I was cutting up like this before the cameras was out |
| One call, I’ll bring the savages out |
| One clip, red light, and the candles is out |
| I was fucked up then, but I’m having it now |
| I had to grind to get that shit, I was praying for God, huh, yeah |
| Religion shake you, real niggas they thank me |
| Fake niggas they hate me, probably 'cause they ain’t me |
| Religion shake you, real niggas they thank me |
| Fake niggas they hate me, probably 'cause they ain’t me |
| Shit, when they try to burn me down, tell me I was losing |
| I stood still tall, I walked through the storm, while it’s rainin', hailin', |
| it’s fire coming out the sky (That's a fact) |
| (Still ballin') |
| Walking, we ain’t gon' run, we ain’t gon' panic |
| We ain’t gon' run out of breath |
| Soon as the sun clear back up, we shining |
| Just to walk through the storm, that’s just how you gotta play |
| You know what I mean? |
| And that’s what we live by |
| And that’s what we was born into |
| We was brought in this life as losers, starting off in the back |
| And we don’t mind being behind but, we gon' win (We gon' win) |
| We always gon' win (We always gon' win) |
| (Classics) |
| (Oh-oh-oh, okay Jones) |