Trill Carl - House Parties lyrics

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Trill Carl - House Parties lyrics

[Intro] Trill Andre Yeah [Verse 1: Trill Carl] I just write music cus I have the talent .. Uh But if I make it big and live lavish I'm gonna buy a palace .. Uh I'm trynna have more green then a salad Living in a world that's full of drama and malice Cus life ain't beautiful its not a beauty pageant The only thing beautiful is the girls in my basement Blowing on illegal stuff and also taking Sips of that turnt juice so turn up Watch what u say cus you do not wanna get f**ed up Parties everyday so homie lets rage Your girl blows on my dick so much she got a tooth ache But hey I didn't make her do it homie asked to Come to my crib it's the one with the statue Neighbors getting mad saying to turn it down But like Mac miller said I like my music real loud Hol up hol up this track is Andre Hickland's Featuring the trillest muthaf**a that's spittin Back to the crib yeah the sh** is enormous This the sh** you get when you rap about sh** thats important To the muthaf**a that loss someone in vain Keep ya chin up boy cus I feel ya pain Here's a invite to my crib in NYC I got naked girl & booze so let's party [Hook: Andre Hickland] I got yellow Lamborghini's Got my crew sippin' martini's I got a name brands on my beanie Bad b**hes wearing bikinis I got homes in ATL Got a pool in my hotel I got a seven story home Supreme 5-pannal on my dome I'm burning hundred dollar bills Signing million dollar deals We eating thousand dollar meals So motherf**er how it feel Knowing we came up from nothing And we stunting without a reason Playing shows on every week day House parties on every weekend [Verse 2: Andre Hickland] Uh Ever wake up one day and say to yourself man I'm the sh** That's part of your daily routine when you putting in that work and your living like this It feels so good knowing you've accomplished half of the goals that were on your list And everybody who once doubted you bumps to your sh** And everybody around you f**s with the clique Guess you can say I'm k**ing it That an understatement n***a I'm working on underpayment And still buying these studio hours I promise you haters imma make it Imma blow up b**h imma get famous And take the Trill Family out to Vegas Imma go down as one of the greatest And the king gonna know me on a first name basis Cause the king gonna be me n***a Ain't nobody working like me n***a It's me a dollar and a dream n***a Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. n***a Looking at the charts and I bet I'm at the top sh**'s staying the same like I'm walking out of a barbershop I'm making moves my n***a I can't stop So I'm finna keep going 'till my competition drops Hol' up real n***a talking ho If she ain't talking trill family tell that b**h to shut up ho In the cut chilling homie you already know Out here k**ing homie you don't wanna know Finna k** when I get it Cause I k** it when I spit it f** a limit just I'll sh** when I kick a flow [Hook] [Verse 3: Trill Carl] Oh Trill got a second verse? Man this is the best song ever You kept saying that he s**ed but now he got your Girlfriend at his house party drunk And I know that sh** stinks like the spray of a skunk I give a f** about a muthaf**a that was talking sh** cus when u look at my yacht and my crib homie I won Neighbors getting mad saying that those meddling Stupid muthaf**ing rappers always partying And disturbing my sleep .. Yea they are menacing Knocking asking for Carl but no b**h I'm Gregory Now hatred enter your eyes suddenly Couldn't afford one pair of Jordan's now I got 23 But now I'm done so pa** mic to Dre But hurry up you can't let ya girl Rianna wait [Verse 4: Andre Hickland] I'm just wanna vibe I'm just wanna ride I'm cruising n***as wanna k** my shine Y'all can't touch the man of the year The man of every year superior to my peers for real Hate me but I got fat stacks in my pocket I got nike boxes in my closet f** the popular kids that weren't part of the process but all on my dick now that I got a fat wallet Before I rapped I only f**ed with two n***as Now that I rap I ain't about f**ing with new n***as Freshman but the definition of a true spitter Can't name a rapper my age who iller Revolutionary with every single word that I spoke Unforgettable with every single song that I wrote I'm dope mind coke I choke I know that ya tape without me is only a f**ing joke n***a [Hook]

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