| Trill niggas don’t play nigga, nan' day
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| Think I’mma let you slide? |
| No way
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| Fuck that, fuck that, fuck
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| We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back
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| Well, it’s your nigga Dirty Mouth, Trillville representer (yee'n know)
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| And I don’t give a fuck where you from or where you live
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| You betta get your mind right before I take you left
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| Knock your ass deaf and put your brains upon the Chevy
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| You can get your boys, 'cause they can get it too
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| I’mma fuck your ass up if you fucking with my crew (Foreal!)
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| BME Click, you know what would be the shit?
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| Stomping through your area with a loaded clip
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| Making body split, at karate style
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| And I’mma tell you once again that I’m a wild child
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| A wild child from the slums of the ATL
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| You better bail while you got a chance hoe
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| Cause if I catch you I’mma beat you till your nose blow
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| That’s what you get for fucking with a G man
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| 'Cause I’mma always be on top with a Glock in hand
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| Trill niggas don’t play nigga, nan' day
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| Think I’mma let you slide? |
| No way
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| Fuck that, fuck that, fuck
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| We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back
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| I’mma tell you one time, and one time only
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| If you ain’t a trill nigga, you ain’t my homie
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| So don’t let this shit fool you
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| Try to rap and niggas «boo» you
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| Think I’mma let this shit slide, no I rather do you
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| for the 45
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| Open up your mouth bitch, ain’t such a tough guy
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| All I need is 5 mics, rep from the streets and I’m good
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| Just in case the magazines hate, and I’m still hood
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| I been a vet, this ain’t something that happens over-night
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| Rooky ass nigga, I’mma call this
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| Copy read, cuz If you don’t, nigga I’mma bust back
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| Try to explain, too late, man fuck that
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| You gon' need your hard hat, don’t forgett your comback
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| Get shot when you leavin' the home, you can’t come back
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| And noway you when I let you pass
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| And try’na run
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| Trill niggas don’t play nigga, nan' day
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| Think I’mma let you slide? |
| No way
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| Fuck that, fuck that, fuck
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| We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back
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| Don P in this bitch, TrillTime is the clique
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| Trillville is the crew, nigga fuck you
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| Lay your ass down like a bad case of the flu
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| And I don’t need no niggas around me, that ain’t true
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| And I ain’t talkin' bout the of master P
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| I’m talkin' bout we’ll see murders on the CD’s
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| Talkin' shit, don’t make me make you related to Bruice Lee
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| Whoop yo ass ever year, change your name annually
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| I’m makin' money, I do what I wanna do I’m happy
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| And you can’t tell me what to say so fuck it
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| I’m snappin'!
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| And I take that, just let me have it
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| 'Cause all they gon' say «Is that lil nigga Snappy?»
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| And I don’t care who your friends are
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| I beat this nigga blind folded with my hands tied
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| Come closer, so you can see my eyes
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| If it wasn’t for Lil Jon, you wouldn’t even be alive
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| Trill niggas don’t play nigga, nan' day
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| Think I’mma let you slide? |
| No way
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| Fuck that, fuck that, fuck
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| We gon' bust back, bust back, bust back |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trill Niggas , by - Trillville. Song from the album Trillville Reloaded, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп