| I can feel it, ya hater’s dont like it They see me at a show, them niggas get excited
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| Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga i’m a riot
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| By myself I’ma riot, so nigga dont try it Gun’s I collect em, gun’s for protection
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| Gun’s for that nigga that try me and learned a lesson
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| Cause they dont say B. S'n, Im good with my weapon
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| Ain’t never been a lame in the game I respect it
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| I’m looking for trouble, my own label just found out that I’m a monster
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| But it’s too late cause I done signed for, a hundred or something
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| Ain’t nothing I’m ruthless, still producing
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| Cut me a check or you’ll find yo self toothless
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| I’m Don Corleone, Keep it trill with no confusing
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| Niggas say I’m trill
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| They aint hard I can prove it… yeaaaah
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| Im sippin on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me loose
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| Niggas gettin bunk and shit, dranking all the grey goose
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| Throwin signs up in the air, representing from where they came
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| Iits the same shit in the club, niggas fightin man.
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| Throwin bows and breaking chairs, niggas pullin hoes hair.
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| Runnin through the club with they click cause they don’t care
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| Screamin out whateva side, all my niggas down to ride
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| If you think I’m lyin then you pussy niggas bet not try
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| I’ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking with my game ho Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard.
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| I’ma pull yo card, for actin hard, down the boulevard nigga. |
| (cmon)
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| Guess who they called up? |
| Out of the wood works
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| Take off my fuckin shirt, I’m reppin to the dirt
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| I’m reppin to the grave, I’m reppin for the A
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| I’m ridin 21, on my Impala son
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| I’m smokin big dro, I’m with the red ho.
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| Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigga door
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| Off the hinges, I’m relentless
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| I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)
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| Amen, I works hard for the south
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| These niggas playin hard wit they thumb in they mouth
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| The house, the car, these bitches bustin out they bras
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| Just so they can show they titties to a star.
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| Baby my doors ajar, the passenger too
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| I’m ready to ride, so whats up boo? |
| (yeaaah)
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| Keepin it real,
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| Keepin it trill
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| Reppin the ville,
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| I sho will |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Some in Ya System , by - Trillville. Song from the album Welcome to Trillville Usa, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп