| I know they hatin' on me, 'cause I’m the man
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| I’m too trill homie, I don’t give a damn
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| I’m a self made trillionaire
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| I’m a self made trillionaire
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| From the underground to the top
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| I came from the bottom
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| Trill niggas don’t stop
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| Let 'em goin' harder
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| Self made trillionaire
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| I’m a self made trillionaire
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| Ok, let’s get this shit crackilatin'
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| No more procrastinatin'
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| They they told me Bun don’t hesitate
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| Don’t keep these bastards waitin'
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| I’m puttin' egos and chicken
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| I’m so e-musculatin'
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| People stop this dance
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| Say damn this niggas fascinatin'
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| We blowin' dro up in the air
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| You smell it?
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| That’s the fragrance
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| I got the focus, got the heart
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| And I got the patience
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| You hatin' just get off my dick
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| Look like you want some gay shit
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| I’m tryina' take this to the mountain top
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| Appalachian
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| But it’s a rocky road
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| And I’m still movin' up and make no movin' us
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| So keep that pushy get your movie bra
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| You might be new to me
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| But you know I ain’t new to you
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| Go ask the white boy
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| They say he’s totally tubula
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| Fuckin' bad bitches rub my dick against their uvula
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| Everytime I hit the streets
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| It’s like a fuckin' movie bra
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| You know what I do to ya
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| Say glad you gave the studio
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| They gon' leave you chopped up
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| Like they was DJ Screwin' ya
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| Ok, let’s get this shit poppin' off
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| From the go know I’m a boss
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| I don’t fuck wit' lames
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| And do my dirt nigga wit' out a loss
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| I keeps it pimpin', flyest hoes come in and out the loft
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| When you get fettuccini you gon' need alotta sauce
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| I gets my Gucci on my baby likes alotta Prada
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| She goin' shoppin' till she drops
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| She knows den gotta gotta
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| But she not shotgun in the slab
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| Oh no I got a shotta
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| He keep that shotgun in the slab and roll wit' out natta
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| He keeps his eyes wide open, he’s a hata spotta
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| And when they roll up on me wrong, then he’s a hata droppa
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| And he don’t mess around wit' niggas tryna play the poppa
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| He keep it gangsta nigga he gon' go and straight a choppa
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| 'Cause I don’t roll wit' fake people and I neva will
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| I represents the G-code till I see the steel
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| Don’t make me have to draw down wit' that red appeal
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| Then you gon' undastand that Bun B is foreva trill
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| (Ohh, do you swear to keep it gangsta?)
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| Gangsta than a mothafucka, trill until I D I E
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| Fuck these otha suckas
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| (What's your message to them fake thugs?)
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| They throwin' rocks and hidin' hands
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| It don’t really matta this the dirty South we ridin' man
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| (How long you been up on that trill shit?)
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| Since the day they made me
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| And from a baby until the day they neva play me
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| (Waa, throw ya hands up)
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| From P.A.T. |
| to yo' town, ain’t no need to slow down
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| Baby boy it’s about to go down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trillionaire , by - Bun B. Song from the album Bun B Greatest Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп