| Triller
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| Say ain’t nobody triller
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| I’m a motherfuckin killer
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| Say ain’t nobody triller
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| And you know it’s for real
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| (Verse)
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| Wake up in the morning, give thanks to the Lord
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| For giving me another day so I can go hard
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| Never been fraud, always kept it true
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| Get dressed to street tryna see what it do
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| Cut a few corners, jump a few dubs
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| Get em, jump up, trill niggas showin up
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| Some try to hate, I don’t pay it no mind
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| Either get with me or get like me — that’s on the grind
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| Cuz the paint shine as I flip through the city
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| Ridin in yo fols and them hoes look pretty
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| Had dirty money way before P Diddy
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| I’m just tryna squeeze a little more milk up out the kitty
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| Is ya with me?
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| (Hook)
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| I’mma put it down my nigga
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| Gotta do what I do for the time my nigga
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| Boys talkin down on a nigga
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| But since day one I’ve been a killer
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| Mane and ain’t nobody triller
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| Say ain’t nobody triller
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| I’m a motherfuckin killer
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| H Town in this bitch
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| And you know it’s for real
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| (Verse)
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| Rari drop top in the Fleetwood Lac
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| The sun is shining down on my astro zip
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| I’m all about the cheese but I never been a rel
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| Gotta keep it to yo self
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| What part of the game is that?
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| You see me rollin 4's on them foes just flippin
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| Leanin on the leather through the southside dippin
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| You know I got the ghet up on my lap with the clippin
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| Cock back rated but these boys ain’t trippin
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| Who run this bitch? |
| Don’t even bother
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| My granddaddy did, he passed it to my father
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| My father did his thing like a G
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| He passed it down to me
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| Now the neighborhood belong to Bun B, OG
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| (Hook)
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| I’mma put it down my nigga
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| Gotta do what I do for the time my nigga
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| Boys talkin down on a nigga
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| But since day one I’ve been a killer
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| Mane and ain’t nobody triller
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| Say ain’t nobody triller
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| I’m a motherfuckin killer
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| 38 in this bitch
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| And you know it’s for real
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| (Verse)
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| Pussy niggas need to stay off in they lane
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| Suicide lines, on the corner back to J
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| Thug seat drivers get to talkin too much
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| But not when I’m around
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| Cuz they know they get touched
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| It’s the city called clutch and that’s how we come through
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| Fake niggas runnin up? |
| What the fuck they gon do?
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| PA trill nigga, no Hilfiger
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| Put it on yo ass, before when we still wheel nigga
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| New niggas in the game, bitches shared
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| Long as you ain’t touchin mine, bitch I really don’t care
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| Trips in the air, twist yo fingers til it break
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| Trill recognize trill, we never roll fake
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| For the game
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| (Hook)
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| I’mma put it down my nigga
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| Gotta do what I do for the time my nigga
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| Boys talkin down on a nigga
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| But since day one I’ve been a killer
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| Mane and ain’t nobody triller
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| Say ain’t nobody triller
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| I’m a motherfuckin killer
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| H Town in this bitch
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| And you know it’s for real |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Triller , by - Bun B. Song from the album Trill O.G. "The Epilogue", in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп