HANK TRILL - God Damn

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[Chorus: HANK TRILL] Draco, on my hip God damn You know that i might crash the whip God damn Only wock lean that i sip God damn You know that im a motherfucking pimp God damn All my diamonds blue, no crip God damn I pull up, put holes in yo crib God damn Only big steaks that i flip God damn Shot that fella 'cause he double dipped (Oh man god damn) [Verse 1: HANK TRILL] Hank Trill, i chop it Ball like the rockets Twist your hoe like Bop It Crack rocks in my pocket Glock in a backpack I got a fat stack What you looking at, I'll break your spine like im Batman Smoking on that dank, That bugatti buss down Smoking on that stank, yeah that tesla touch down I tote that .42 everytime i come around I feel like Guy Fieri taking you to flavortown Smoking on that strong, yeah that leprechaun loud I'ma smoke you like a bong when i come up in yo town When i see you down, turn that smile to a frown Made that fella shit himself, pants turning brown [Chorus: HANK TRILL] Draco, on my hip God damn You know that i might crash the whip God damn Only wock lean that i sip God damn You know that im a motherfucking pimp God damn All my diamonds blue, no crip God damn I pull up, put holes in yo crib God damn Only big steaks that i flip God damn Shot that fella 'cause he double dipped (Oh man god damn) [Verse 2: Mvster Wayne] Oh shit Slid the block and we let off the whole clip You still on that lady [?] that owed shit John [?] called, we took his whole bitch Man look how these hoes switch Hank called me for a feature i was like, "fuck it homie let's hook it up" In the kitchen with the [?], ask me for a chicken I'ma cook it up How can i [?] an infinity pool I'm who they lose their virginity to She walk around in a shirt with no pants, her name in my phone is Winnie The Pooh RIP my nigga Broadway, we been servin' in the hard ways Used to treat me like im nothing, now i'm stepping over niggas in a ball maze King of this hill, Me and my young nigga Hank is the trillers We just keep smoking propane with the killers Rolling up them paper planes with the illest [Chorus: HANK TRILL] Draco, on my hip God damn Only wock lean that i sip God damn You know that i might crash the whip God damn You know that im a motherfucking pimp God damn All my diamonds blue, no crip God damn I pull up, put holes in yo crib God damn Only big steaks that i flip God damn Shot that fella 'cause he double dipped (Oh man god damn) [Instrumental]
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