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Trolling
Hip-Hop/Rap
Trolling was released on January 16, 2024 by Flakka Circle records as a part of the album Trolling - Single
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Release DateJanuary 16, 2024
LabelFlakka Circle records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric F.
Eric F.
Songwriter

Lyrics

Okay, yeah, okay, I'm doin' say im, doin' too much, okay, yeah, yeah, flakka circle
Could mention when your dead **** say im trollin
YSL on my body, I can say im loaded
Could tell you about a murder, I'm worried she wrote it
Off a perc in this coupe, I just hit the pole
And my bitch mad and I been hittin' hoes
I'ma spit on her again if she answer the phone
I'm too drunk, off this hen while I'm loading my gun
And Chanel worth four thousand, this shit one and one
I do not shop at Fendi, I can't tote a gun
She cannot hit the cup, it'll numb her tongue
Louis Vuitton, jeans in the Gucci tongues
I just met her in the A, she look like Rucci
Got more ice on my wrist than a double cup
We gon' have to send her home, she cough off the blunt
And I'm still high as fuck off of Hawaiin punch
Said you eatin' dick later, that is the lunch
I just left my passport in a different country
I ain't never been to Europe, I'm rockin' Givenchy
Gettin' head in the car, I'm grabbin' bonnet
She ain't never ate a shroom or popped her perc
Had to hit that gun range to see if it worked
Now I'm tryna catch that baby and see if he birthed
Three round bursts on that bitch, you gon' hear her go
D-D-D
Had to whisper on the beat, you hear Griffey asleep
And Chanel creepy crawler ' so I know he a creep
Got a water on my wrist and I ain't seen a creek
You ain't really in that water if you ain't this deep
Nah, for real, this deep, I got to see it
Like, uh, really don't wanna lay like this
Like, you can't understand just by hearing me speak
How you okay
Okay, how you doin' too much
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Said she wanna get to know me, I block her number
Been had ice, I was cold before December
Too many woods in the car, yelling timber
Auntie like it when I use the blender
I came up more money than a lender
How the fuck he punchin' on the beat, dawg
Ain't no fuckin' punchin' in this street
Smoked that condo, it was on the beach
Turned it brown and turned it white like teeth
Someone better tell him, keep it cute
This shit oaky, I don't call it fruit
Better tighten up, they movin' loose
Bro just , dropped the six up in his goose
Bro just , dropped a six up in his grey goose
Written by: Eric F.
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