🎵 Trilla // by A$AP Rocky

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Trilla

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LIVE.LOVE.A$AP October 31, 2011 👁 410,012
🎧 11,313 listeners ▶ 85,687 plays IMUDB Ranking 8.4/10 Based on how many times this track has been played on Last.fm — not a critic score.
A$AP Rocky - Trilla (Audio) ft. A$AP Nast, A$AP Twelvyy
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105 ContributorsTranslationsEspañol Trilla Lyrics Trilla samples the Motown psychedelic soul band The Undisputed Truth’s Friendship Train, off of their 1972 album Face to Face With the Truth [Chorus: Skoob & A$AP Rocky] One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Pass the, pass the, pass the motherfuckin' Swisher, pour some motherfuckin' liquor For my motherfuckin' niggas who ain't with us, keep it trilla My gold teeth, my french braids, getting throwed since tenth grade Wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, if that's the case, then I been paid Herringbone chain, my gold frames, my Cartier's, you small change You bitch made, I'm old school, like gem stars and switchblades I spit game, I get paid, a pimp game I be, I be that pretty motherfucker, A$AP is just my nickname I'm comin' down when I'm tippin' on them 4s (Yeah) 'Cause we shittin' on these, shittin' on these niggas and these hoes 'Cause that purp' shit, I sip up, your bitch chose, you slipped up I get-get my dick licked, I'm draped out, drip-dripped up Top of the top of the line, all on my grind, purple be easin' my mind We runnin', we runnin', we gunnin', we gunnin', we're gonna hit one at a time, time Them bad bitches blow kisses by my earlobe A weirdo but I'm real though [Chorus: Skoob & A$AP Rocky] One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) [Verse 2: A$AP Twelvyy] Yeah, uh All these boppers wanna bop 'em, niggas wanna jock 'em Not a red light or a city cop that can stop 'em Going broke is not an option, always on that cash flow She used to call me asshole, now she drop that ass low Fuck it, man, I'm past dope, sour diesel slash coke A$AP, we the last hope, fuck it, this my fast flow I slow it down, I pick it up, blue jeans, I rip 'em up That's swag, bitch, you mad, bitch, see you in my past, bitch I'm headed to the future, Twelvyy ain't no loser Mixing up that syrup, call it Punky Brewster I'm slurring, what's up? Don't tell me to shut up I ain't tryna start shit, but, man, I'm really fucked up I lucked up, I see it as a come up (Yeah) I'm on my job, man, I see you when the sun's up (Yeah) Huh, young niggas run everything A$AP to the top, and these bitches love everything [Verse 3: A$AP Nast] Uh, God bless America, my flow is scarier Style wild like my nigga Common after Erykah (Damn) Your bitch, I'm in bed with her, head so good Make a nigga feel good to the point I wanna marry her (Uh) But I be on my pimping shit, check out my limp and shit (Yeah, uh) I be getting money, getting money, can you dig it, bitch? (Uh) Hoes get on my pimping ship, all aboard, all aboard (Uh) East coast motherfuckers making all the noise, all the noise I know you niggas heard of us, Raf Simon murderers (Uh, uh) Fashion killer, word to Bigga Bars, I never heard of ya Still sipping, candy painted whips is what I'm sitting in Kitchen chemist whipping up that shit that get these bitches in New York Nasty flow, that's a little bit of crack mixed in with a fifth of Hen Businessman, middle finger to your fucking business, man Great adventure shit, rollercoasting, take a flick of this Motion picture shit, bitch, I grind like a skater do Always strive and prosper, Rock', what level we gon' take it to? [Chorus: Skoob & A$AP Rocky] One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle my, um (Yeah) One, two, um Buckle—
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