Trill Clipse

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[Chorus: Pharrell]
Uh, I got jewels (Uh), plus wheels (What?)
Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels (Fuck out of here)
And she feelin' around for them pills
Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)
Bitch, I'm so trill (What?)
Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)
Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?)
I got my steel, I'll peel
Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feelin' around for them pills
Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)
Bitch, I'm so trill (What?)
Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)
Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?)
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
G's up, rev them V's up
Federales trying to reach us to keep us
Flooded pieces, diamond size Reese's Pieces
You know who he is
Nigga talk show like Regis (What?)
King Push flow prestigious, hoes suck me like leeches
X and Os, tic-tac-toes
Fuck 'em, duck 'em, let them go, on to the next (Uh)
Got this in the decks of them Cali low-lows
Houston, candy paint, screwed up vocals
New York, Range Rov, sit on Mo-Mos
Pusha in that Bentley, G-T, oh no
Flow chameleon, worth 'bout a million
Sell Bolivian, Feds in oblivion
Bitch Brazilian, purse reptilian
Took her from far off island like Gilligan