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skyline drip - treyvibes lyrics

[intro]
(yuh)
(ayy, run it up)
yeah, i’m living
(still winning)
yeah, i’m living
(we up now)
yeah, i’m living

[chorus]
penthouse with the city lights, bad girls from atlanta (skrrt)
private jet to rome, drop a hundred stacks, new connect out in havana (facts)
icy stones on my neck, big drip, chain swing like a hammer (swing)
we set the wave, spin the block real clean, rockin’ louie like it’s standard (woo)
she want her some prada, balmain and dior, the gucci, chanel, and the ysl tag (yeah)
lil’ shawty be wildin’, she sippin’ my drink, said she love how the flavors don’t lag (sip)
disappear quick like a magic trick (gone)
twenty karats on my wrist, that’s thick (bling)
thrеw a hundred racks, don’t give a sh*t (nah)
married to thе game, no need to split (never)

[verse]
throw my paper up in magic, that’s a tax write*off (throw it)
she keep blowin’ up my line, told her take the night off (chill)
all red guts in the coupe, it’s a blood moon glow (vroom)
highlight play on the ‘gram, now the city gon’ know (facts)
diamond cross hittin’ bright, had to wash my sins (shine)
cup full of ice, nah, this ain’t no gin (nah)
came from the bottom, now my life’s insane
switchin’ up cars like i’m switchin’ my chain (switch)
bentley truck parked outside, all cash, no lease (cash)
spent the whole store just to match my piece (drip)
cut you off quick for the play, that’s facts (facts)
scoreboard high, we don’t care ‘bout gaps (never)
fly young king with the bag in reach (bag)
name in the streets ‘cause we run that beat (run it)
[chorus]
penthouse with the city lights, bad girls from atlanta (yeah)
private jet to rome, drop a hundred stacks, new connect out in havana (let’s go)
icy stones on my neck, big drip, chain swing like a hammer (swing)
we set the wave, spin the block real clean, rockin’ louie like it’s standard (woo)
she want her some prada, balmain and dior, the gucci, chanel, and the ysl tag (yeah)
lil’ shawty be wildin’, she sippin’ my drink, said she love how the flavors don’t lag (sip)
disappear quick like a magic trick (gone)
twenty karats on my wrist, that’s thick (bling)
threw a hundred racks, don’t give a sh*t (nah)
married to the game, no need to split (never)

- treyvibes lyrics

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