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uncle elroy - trl lyrics

[intro]
camp boyz
camp guyz
like all my b*tches bad, b*tches bougie
i like all my b*tches bad, bean and bougie (you’re not making this easy, kyle)
i like all my b*tches bad, mean and bougie, ayy
i like all my b*tches— (ayy, pass that ‘wood)
ayy

[verse 1]
i like all my b*tches bad, mean and bougie (n*gga)
n*ggas always doin’ all that talkin’, n*gga, do it (baow)
badass b*tch wanna f*ck me off my music (yeah)
pull up to your block with my chop, get to shootin’
f*ck around and walk right into louis with some gucci (yeah)
f*ck around and shoot you with fn, but i ain’t lucci
baby, you be doin’ all that playin’, throw the coochie (yeah)
b*tch, free them boys, when they get out, this sh*t a movie
be runnin’ with them shooters
gorillas in them pits
thousand dollar shoes, i could’ve paid a n*gga rent
if she ain’t tryna f*ck me and the guys, she get spinned
if not, she gotta dip
once i f*ck, she gon’ run her mouth, but i ain’t even trip
i ain’t trickin’, but i might just blow a knot if she thick
catch an opp out in traffic, blow his top with my bl!ck
ran into a n*gga ho, she put her top on my d*ck (yeah)
boy, you know what that sh*t mean, she put my c*ck on her lips (b*tch)
b*tch, you tryna f*ck or not? you told me you was grown
if you ain’t tryna make no money, why you call my phone?
ask how these lil’ n*ggas from the seven don’t be in the zone
now it’s secret smoke around this b*tch, we f*ckin’ n*ggas’ hoes
you a real b*tch (yeah), and you’d hit the road
b*tch callin’ me the jackman ’cause i be gettin’ phones
run up some pape’ off some juggs, i ain’t gettin’ shows (camp boyz)
and keep your n*gga where he at, b*tch, i ain’t switchin’ rolls (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2]
she ain’t tell a n*gga that we f*cked, she like to play her role
b*tch, i know some n*ggas made a ticket off a minute phone
f*ck security, i’ma have my pole when i do a show
little*ass boy d*ck suck more than groupie hoes
b*tch, i got a job ‘fore you runnin’ in and out of stores (come here)
lil’ n*ggas broke and hate the camp, what them n*ggas on? (broke ass)
once you get around the gang, she gon’ do the most
she gon’ have camp in her caption when she make a post (sh*t)
funny ’cause she wishin’ that her n*gga was a camp boy (dumbass)
i got all different type of b*tches, uncle elroy (yeah)
you lookin’ bad, i could put you on to some pape’, boy
matter fact, i got a play for you right off livernois (off livernois, n*gga)

[outro]
talkin’ ’bout
camp boyz, camp guyz, n*gga
got a play right off livernois, n*gga
trl sh*t
yeah
blrrt

- trl lyrics

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