Celly by Trvlrs Lyrics
(CHORUS)
These niggas be tripping my cell-y keep ringing & I gotta run it no Fuck-boy no snitching , i'm running the bands its all in my hands Money counter money bitches and (?)
(VERSE)
I keep a stick like a band . i keep a stick like a band
Yo bitch looking bad gonna fuck her in my bed
She gonna come and give me head, she gonna come and give me head
I be getting to the money now, i be getting to the bread
I be getting to the checks hoe, I be getting to the checks hoe
Feel like a young hulk hogan, pull up and i flex hoe
Bad bitch trying to fuck now, she gonna give me that sex though
Pull up with the tech boom boom boom hit you in your neck hoe
Really came from the fucking bottom, now i'm charging for these Features boy, got a bad little bitch trying to fuck me but she a diva Boy
I think that she a eater, i think that she a eater , get on the track and i Wrap it up, like that shits a fajita
Young and really going super-saying , got me feeling like vegetate
Got me feeling like i'm freeze , got me feeling like i'm freeze
Young bull i'm a demon for real , i got this money i'm cheesing for real
Your bitch she sleeping on me , like this shit a temper-pee-dick for real
I'm on a mission, this beat hitting yeah shout out ti kw-ado
I just be getting this chicken , i;m trying to stretch out this bread like Its Plato
I came from nothing , i had a vision, i see the police i lay low
I'm getting women, my bitch is bad she really looking like j-lo
Big gun ,on me that shit look like its from halo
Big gun ,on me that shit look like its from halo
(CHORUS)
These niggas be tripping my cell-y keep ringing & I gotta run it no Fuck-boy no snitching , i'm running the bands its all in my hands. Money counter money bitches and (?)
(VERSE)
You know i want my respect , i just keep chasing a check
Immortal got it yeah its right on my chest, the power the money the Sex , forever we ripping the set
Travel-gang yeah its right on the check , baby she giving me neck
Molly got her in the bed, bust a nut & then i'm dead , trigger finger Then you dead
(CHORUS)
These niggas be tripping my cell-y keep ringing & I gotta run it no Fuck-boy no snitching , i'm running the bands its all in my hands. Money counter money bitches and (?)
These niggas be tripping my cell-y keep ringing & I gotta run it no Fuck-boy no snitching , i'm running the bands its all in my hands Money counter money bitches and (?)
(VERSE)
I keep a stick like a band . i keep a stick like a band
Yo bitch looking bad gonna fuck her in my bed
She gonna come and give me head, she gonna come and give me head
I be getting to the money now, i be getting to the bread
I be getting to the checks hoe, I be getting to the checks hoe
Feel like a young hulk hogan, pull up and i flex hoe
Bad bitch trying to fuck now, she gonna give me that sex though
Pull up with the tech boom boom boom hit you in your neck hoe
Really came from the fucking bottom, now i'm charging for these Features boy, got a bad little bitch trying to fuck me but she a diva Boy
I think that she a eater, i think that she a eater , get on the track and i Wrap it up, like that shits a fajita
Young and really going super-saying , got me feeling like vegetate
Got me feeling like i'm freeze , got me feeling like i'm freeze
Young bull i'm a demon for real , i got this money i'm cheesing for real
Your bitch she sleeping on me , like this shit a temper-pee-dick for real
I'm on a mission, this beat hitting yeah shout out ti kw-ado
I just be getting this chicken , i;m trying to stretch out this bread like Its Plato
I came from nothing , i had a vision, i see the police i lay low
I'm getting women, my bitch is bad she really looking like j-lo
Big gun ,on me that shit look like its from halo
Big gun ,on me that shit look like its from halo
(CHORUS)
These niggas be tripping my cell-y keep ringing & I gotta run it no Fuck-boy no snitching , i'm running the bands its all in my hands. Money counter money bitches and (?)
(VERSE)
You know i want my respect , i just keep chasing a check
Immortal got it yeah its right on my chest, the power the money the Sex , forever we ripping the set
Travel-gang yeah its right on the check , baby she giving me neck
Molly got her in the bed, bust a nut & then i'm dead , trigger finger Then you dead
(CHORUS)
These niggas be tripping my cell-y keep ringing & I gotta run it no Fuck-boy no snitching , i'm running the bands its all in my hands. Money counter money bitches and (?)