Trimme Forti - Allah (feat. 2Koldfiend)

Allah allah allah
Ion be talkin too much
shhhhhh
shhhhh shhhh
Ion be talking too much
Fye the cup fye the drank im tryna fye my shit
Ain't got lungs no more i was just geekin wit bro
That shit made me tap out
Ion be talking that girl a problem
She no way too much gotta chill
Shhhhhhhh
Shhhhhhh
Ion be talking too much
Sippin on fye but brodie ain't here
So the fye don't kick like usual
Upper the score got tired of me
I came back wit a whole different flow
If i stop rappin
If i stop rappin
Yuh come back don't go out
Bitch i smoke me a blunt and i get high as allah
I been staying untouchable and i cannot die
Finna get racks fill up the suit case
Big body coupe and that bitch got no roof
Twenty four seven high as fuck in the stu spittin
Working over time i been to fix my bag
And upgrade the swag
Took my time off the hoes
So i went to the bitches
Pussy i been whippin baby cherry poppin pussy lately
Got codiene in the cup that's all i'm sippin like a drug baby
I'm a drug baby, drug baby
See yo hoe yeah she love me
Damn i'm kold and i'm pistol towin
Nobody can fuck wit me
You talk under me, you get hit wit the beam
I nut in yo girlfriend she eat up the cream
It ain't what seem, yeah it ain't what it seem
Yoo what the fuck
Bitch i'm trappin and i'm rich as fuck
Do what i say nigga do what i want
Bitch i'm wit it, off percs damn i'm so high

Written by:
Bokamoso Lehabe

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