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Trilla
Hip-Hop
Trilla was released on August 9, 2017 by Die-Namic Productions / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution as a part of the album Behind the Wire Mixtape Vol. 1
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Release DateAugust 9, 2017
LabelDie-Namic Productions / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM109

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jooga
Jooga
Performer
L. Vega
L. Vega
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jooga
Jooga
Songwriter
L. Vega
L. Vega
Songwriter

Lyrics

Lord, when you trill it get lonely
When you trill it get lonely
These boys ain't your homies, these **** is phony
When you trill it get lonely
When you trill it get lonely, you trill it get lonely
When you trill it get lonely
These boys ain't your homies, these **** is phony
When you trill it get lonely, but please
Don't pretend like you being my homie
Or I be at your home, I want you
I leave your wife and kids room alone
I see through the phony, they swear that
They real, that's what each of 'em told me
But I know that's bologna though, so I go Montana like Tony go
Swear to God it feel like I got the holy ghost
So trill y'all gon' overdose, so I'm dope
No antidote, I bust his cantaloupe
Hang his cantaloupe right on the mantelpiece
Then I bury him, Manilow
Vegetarian, oh no, I'm Hannibal
These **** be bitches, Amber Rose
Expose 'em like heels that show Amber's toes
Lord, well look at the Phantom doors
They say it's a crook in this Phantom Rolls
I'm dodging the book in this Phantom, homie
And I'm all by my lonely, these ****
Ain't real, that's what my mama told me
And her word is golden, these pussies patrolling
This pistol is stolen, I grip it and tote it for **** that's phony
Lord, when you trill it get lonely
When you trill it get lonely
These boys ain't your homies, these **** is phony
When you trill it get lonely
When you trill it get lonely, you trill it get lonely
When you trill it get lonely
These boys ain't your homies, these **** is phony
These **** get phony, they say they my homie
But look at me, feed 'em and bleed 'em, my chonies
They on 'em, don't want 'em, these **** my homies
I doubt it for surely, these **** ain't holy
Just look at they foley, they missing me only
To stab me, don't know me, but still they gon' call me
Label me Tony Montana, ain't far from me
Working for police, just killing 'em silently
**** be copping pleas, look at the prophecies
Told it before, now these bitch **** copy me
Hard for you to be a G, hard for you to be a C
Hard for you to be a B, serving it properly
Pray for the real ****, banking on monopoly
Hater-proof ****, so really ain't no stopping me
Came from the trenches that put me in the position
To never trust any **** who claim that they are friend of me
Balling on my enemies, never using energy
Weak **** come and go, call that a penalty
Game-struck **** on the sideline cheering me
Knowing where I came from, Hilltop pedigree
Mash on these soft **** fucking up the trilogy
Knowing on your tongue you been talking 'bout killing me
All out of time, **** acting like you feeling me
Fuck real ****, my killers only surrounding me, it's trilla
Lord, when you trill it get lonely
When you trill it get lonely
These boys ain't your homies, these **** is phony
When you trill it get lonely
When you trill it get lonely, you trill it get lonely
When you trill it get lonely
These boys ain't your homies, these **** is phony
Lord, when you trill it get lonely
When you trill it get lonely
These boys ain't your homies, these **** is phony
When you trill it get lonely
When you trill it get lonely, you trill it get lonely
When you trill it get lonely
These boys ain't your homies, these **** is phony
Written by: Jooga, L. Vega
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