Two – Trill Sammy lyrics

Lyrics Trill Sammy – Two

Yeah I keep 2
Two of everything
Two bad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Two backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explained.

I just blew some change and walked in like boss with all my chains
Seen my diamonds dancing now she wanna kick s**t like Liu Kang
I just met this b*tch and fucked her now she really acting strange
Jump in that coupe go insane
She wanna hang with the gang
She wanna sip on my drank
All about my cash so I’mma need that check in advance
Know this b*tch’ll f**k my mans
So I can’t give these b*tches a chance
I just wanna win they want me to lose
I ball out the gym then jump in the coupe.

Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Two bad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Two backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explained.

I know that I can have that p***y but I rather wait
Ran into the plug in LA say he ship it outta state
Been counting worth too much cash and I ain’t even graduate
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Model b*tch like Kim K tryna flex on me no way
Flexing in some fly s**t when I fall through
Put her on the team she tryna ball too
F**k your b*tch in Céline pour up the promethazine
Pull up in somethin real clean man what do you mean
Woke up thought it was a dream.

Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Two oobad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Twooo backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explaineddd.
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Sorry – Trill Sammy feat. Pnb Rock lyrics

Lyrics Trill Sammy – Sorry

I ain’t never sorry

I woke up today, feelin’ good
I’m ballin’
I just copped a drop
Could’ve copped a ‘Rari
Feels like yesterday
Nigga I was starvin’
I just f*cked yo’ b*tch
I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I just copped a drop
Could’ve copped a ‘Rari
I just f*cked yo’ b*tch
And I ain’t never sorry.

I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I woke up today, feeling super saucy
Took yo’ b*tch last ..
Said she wanna party
I used to be broke but, nigga that’s another story
Now, I’m gettin’ money
You can’t tell me nothin’
All of my niggas is stuntin’
I might just take a trip out the country
Damn it feels good to be paid
I just might move to L.A.

I woke up today, feelin’ good
I’m ballin’
I just copped a drop
Could’ve copped a ‘Rari
Feels like yesterday
Nigga I was starvin’
I just f*cked yo’ b*tch
I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I just copped a drop
Could’ve copped a ‘Rari
I just f*cked yo’ b*tch
And I ain’t never sorry.

Look at me I’m winnin’, got my chains up
Salute to real niggas, never changed up
I remember when them b*tches tried to play us
Now the money going out, them b*tches praise us
Yeah, I’m on it, yeah, I want it
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Never winnin’, b*tch we on it
Why you dreaming, wake up good morning.

I woke up today, feelin’ good
I’m ballin’
I just copped a drop
Could’ve copped a ‘Rari
Feels like yesterday
Nigga I was starvin’
I just f*cked yo’ b*tch
I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I just copped a drop
Could’ve copped a ‘Rari
I just f*cked yo’ b*tch
And I ain’t never sorry.

[Verse 3: Trill Sammy]
Yeah, I woke up today
Today was a good day
I got .. on my chain
I got money and the fame
My car ain’t got no top
You ain’t countin’ guap
Bring her to my spot, man the .. is gettin’ top
‘Member I ain’t had no money, wore the same clothes
Now, I pull up in yo’ city in a Range Rove
Yeah, youngest in the game, I’ve been ballin’
Yeah, I just f*cked yo’ b*tch, why she keep callin’?
Gang!

I woke up today, feelin’ good
I’m ballin’
I just copped a drop
Could’ve copped a ‘Rari
Feels like yesterday
Nigga I was starvin’
I just f*cked yo’ b*tch
I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I ain’t never sorry
I just copped a drop
Could’ve copped a ‘Rari
I just f*cked yo’ b*tch
And I ain’t never sorryyy.

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