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• Artiste: YSB Tril
• Titre: All Da Action
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(Trilly, you the bestest) Uh, we bring all the action to the party Bands in my Robin's, gettin' shit lit, what you mean? I'm the one who got this shit started Them other niggas watchin' Shawty, she gon' drop it off the bean In the back, I'm turnt up No fan on me, I'm burnt up She see me, she get star struck, for real Rich, play hockey, but got no pucks You niggas got bad luck It's a race and I'ma beat you to the mills, yeah All alone, time gone, duckin' from the five-oh Just here to get my mulah, get this green, uh New pack full of meds, just crackin' cards, I'm finna slide home Prolly took some from your mama, fuck you mean? (Yeah, yeah) Give me neck, front seat, top back, Bimmer That's probably why her nigga mad, he know his bitch an eater She re-up on the meat like a pizza, Little Caesars But her nigga, he be simpin', he still beggin' for a feature If I show you what I made, I swear that shit'll blow your mind Doin' surgery on your bitch, I had to rearrange her spine Feel like Kyrie, straight assist to my niggas droppin' dimes Feel like Kobe, I'm up eighty-one, I still be getting mines Uh, we bring all the action to the party Bands in my Robin's, gettin' shit lit, what you mean? I'm the one who got this shit started Them other niggas watchin' Shawty, she gon' drop it off the bean In the back, I'm turnt up No fan on me, I'm burnt up She see me, she get star struck, for real Rich, play hockey, but got no pucks You niggas got bad luck It's a race and I'ma beat you to the mills Oh, oh, I got rich, I got your bitch, come get a bag You wanna hop up in the mix and then get hit, we doin' bad (Oh, oh) Her nigga handed me his mixtape, I threw it in the trash (Trash) The key fresher than some Colgate I pour me up a cup, I can't think straight Oh yeah, gettin' fucked up, this Henny be the end of me Oh fuck, look at what I've done, don't know what's got into me I'm stickin' with my friends, but I be closer to my enemies Really it depends if I let 'em come and sit with me If I show you what I made, I swear that shit'll blow your mind Doin' surgery on your bitch, I had to rearrange her spine Feel like Kyrie, straight assist to my niggas droppin' dimes Feel like Kobe, I'm up eighty-one, I still be getting mines Uh, we bring all the action to the party Bands in my Robin's, gettin' shit lit, what you mean? I'm the one who got this shit started Them other niggas watchin' Shawty, she gon' drop it off the bean In the back, I'm turnt up No fan on me, I'm burnt up She see me, she get star struck, for real Rich, play hockey, but got no pucks You niggas got bad luck It's a race and I'ma beat you to the mills