| Pants low, afro, no shirt, blowing purp, I’m not a star, Im just a regular ole
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| hood nigga.
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| VIP full of hoes, full of rose, We got guns in this muthafucka now bitch that’s
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| how we comin.
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| A half of diesel, pack of kools, a whole pound of kush, Presidential shit now
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| that’s what we call blowin money.
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| Murder weapons, 357's, glock 9's, I aint lying, bitch that chopper hold a whole
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| mutherfucking hundred.
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| Think fo you move, cause you dont wanna move wrong.
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| Send yo hitman niggas gon put that tool on him.
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| Bow!
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| Bow!
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| Bow!
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| Knock all his shoes off.
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| Im the Savage, what’s happening, come on tell me who want it.
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| Cause we can crank it up, cause I dont give a fuck.
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| Where ya people at?
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| You better bring all them dick in the booty ass, coochie ass, fake ass ballers.
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| You aint neva pop nuthin, stop stuntin bitch.
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| Nigga you aint seen nuthin until you see me, climbing out a tree, wit a 223.
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| What!
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| Im scarred up, ready for warfare.
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| Im right here.
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| Pussy nigga Wassup.
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| Get at me.
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| Now I done did some fucked up shit I aint gon even lie.
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| But Im trilla than a bitch and you cant even lie.
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| Im beat that pussy like no other, bitch dont even lie.
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| I’m a bad mutherfucka and you cant even lie.
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| (Repeat 1X)
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| (Lil Phat)
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| I done did some fucked up shit so niggas ready fool.
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| Remember.
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| Remember.
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| I shot the wrong dude.
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| Such and such had sent me on a lick, I took the wrong tool.
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| Six-shots I barely made it out a shoot-out.
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| Fuck school.
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| Standing on the corner what we knew bout.
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| If a nigga tried to play you then you better pull that tool out.
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| I done did some fucked up shit so niggas cant roll they look at it and taste it
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| but still cant pay tho.
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| I’m tired of being slept on, don’t know about me.
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| They gon fuck around and make me bring that four up out me.
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| And I aint stopping til I see the fucking graveyard nigga.
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| Rest in peace to your shooter dont lose your graveyard wit ya.
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| They say I’m thugging.
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| Yea.
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| Crushing.
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| Yea.
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| Yea.
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| All my niggas struggling.
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| Yea.
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| Try me and I’m busting.
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| Yea.
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| End of that discussion.
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| Yea.
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| Be like yunging, fuck the yunging, he a dirty ass bastard.
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| Some say I’m pussy some say I jack they favorite rapper. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trilla Than A Bitch , by - DJ Flex1000Song from the album The Hangover, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп