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"Trill Living 2.0" lyrics by CHASE N. CASHE
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"Trill Living 2.0"

New dealer on the block that's me
Wanna know what's up with me I suggest you fuck with me
'Cause I got the product that can get you higher
Grade A plus base you should be a buyer
Made my reign in the game now I must triumph
Sunrise to the dust I'm a buck finder
Made your money no pedo we don't touch minor
Pesos bankroll watch my rate climb up
ASAP say what's up to Rocky
The presence of a king I must embody
Any given day influence anybody
Many ways to get paid if you think about it
So I rearrange the game it ain't shit without me
Anything my hands touch turn to be astounding
So people think I'm cocky so think I'm grounded
But I really give a fuck what you think about it
Been instilled with the trill so I stay surrounded
By my surf club brothers can't live without him
Some surf club brothers might roll with pounders
Will leave you fishy niggas layin flat like flounders
Waved up and I'm scoring all the mermaids
Posted at the shore wearing linen made by Hermes
High rich and happy is how I'm spendin my worst days
I know you wish you had it like me in a worst way
Win so much my nickname is first place
I hit em on the first meet and never first date
Take her to the W then I let the trouble brew
She got some nice friends tell her bring a couple through
Then we squeeze in my bed like clowns in a Volkswagon
Even MILFS on my style call it old fashion
Look new but it's vintage ice cold fabrics
Ice stack in my phone I'm a cold addict
Dirty sprite in my future so I make it happen
Pour a two and then a one then I make magic
My main bitch say the drink gonna make me tragic
But I keeps on sippin keeps on pimpin
I ain't try to keep up keep on tricking of your little budget
Tryna do it how I does it 'cause I've been the realest been the illest true and the trillest
Gettin Papa Doc money what you talkin bout Willis
If it ain't' paper cut it out no scissors go and figure out run a route cause my flows sicker
My hos sicker and I'm dipped in experience
I spoke what I felt now the world hearin it
Hustle led me to the Grants Com fearin it
Bitch is a tip I ain't playin I'm serious
Never came around to be down with you rap niggas
Most of my family is dope boys and trap niggas
Rubber band clan the whole plan to stack figures
And dominate the whole game like Shaq nigga
All my wolves on deck and they attack niggas
Don't need a Tyler Perry play just to clap niggas
Remember while I go I couldn't get with you
Now like birds to the car I shit on niggas
Self made drinking rose let the Clicquot spill
Dreamchasin everyday like I'm Meek Mill
Road to success is a one way
And I'm speeding down the runway
When I take I'll find coming back soon day
And when I hit the game better know I won't play
No me, 'cause I'm coaching too busy runnin shit
And she throatin too busy sucking dick
So she don't answer when call on the phone
And king on the throne yes call my home Cashe.

[Thanks to Pierre for correcting these lyrics]

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