Mossy Oak

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DC2Trill - Rap, Hip-Hop

Mossy Oak

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[Intro] (Nick on the track) [Verse 1] Still get the cash and go home, go by the old law I turnt her up, walk 'round the home in a Chrome bra You know I stay by the chicken just like coleslaw (Real cash) Remember the lights wasn't on, but, shit, they on now (Now they flash) You know how it get up out that fuckin' door Have them killers in your bushes, wearing Mossy Oak I'm in LA now, I'm finna try this ho (Try) Margiela-made tee plain with a 'Tega coat (Phew) The Trill gon' always win, that's just how this go The bitch fixed her lips for a sip, but it's a big fat no Just got back from a trip, finna count this roll Sit my bougie ass in first class, but I'm these niggas' coach (Gotta understand) [Part II] [Verse 2] I got that sauce, I got that sauce I got that— (Mmm) I got that sauce, I got that sauce I got that sauce, I got that sauce I got a six, I got a liter I'm with the coach, I'm like the teacher (I'm like the teacher) I got that— hmm, I got that— hmm (Phew) I got that— hmm (Phew), I got that— hmm (Phew) I got that sauce, I got that magic Spot me a fore with that Drank Baby tactic I gain some stroke when I slap on a butt and I thumb through that cash and it sound like I'm ashin' Two hundred, three hundred (Damn), four hundred lines, shit, I gotta have it I got that— hmm, I got that— hmm I got that— hmm, I gotta— (Yeah) [Bridge] Pour up a liter, pour up a liter Pour up a liter, pour up a liter (Yeah) Pour up a liter, pour up a liter (Please, please, please, please) Pour up a liter, pour up a liter Please pour up a liter, pour up a liter Pour up a liter, pour up a liter (Pour it) Pour up a liter, pour up a liter (Pour it) Pour up a liter (Pour it), pour up a liter (Pour it) [Verse 3] Roll up my blunt and we run like Aaliyah We be so fresh, when we pop out, they see us We be so fresh when we pop out, can't help it I'm on all Jazz and he poured up the Celtics I got Gen 5 and my bro got a KelTec Turned on my bag and went blank on you niggas (Mmm-hmm) I keep it with me, codeine and them pistols I keep Wockhardt on display like some liquor

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  • DC2Trill
  • 734Nick