Текст песни Bun B - Triller (Feat. Kirko Bangz)
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Жанр: | Hip-Hop / Underground Rap / Southern Rap |
Исполнитель: | Bun B |
Альбом: | Trill OG: The Epilogue |
Длительность: | 03:34 |
Рейтинг: | 669 |
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Загрузил: | TheSupremeHop |
Текст:
[Intro] Triller Say ain't nobody triller I'm a motherfuckin killer Say ain't nobody triller And you know it's for real [Verse 1] Wake up in the morning, give thanks to the Lord For giving me another day so I can go hard Never been fraud, always kept it true Get dressed to street tryna see what it do Cut a few corners, jump a few dubs Get em, jump up, trill niggas showin up Some try to hate, I don't pay it no mind Either get with me or get like me – that's on the grind Cuz the paint shine as I flip through the city Ridin in yo fols and them hoes look pretty Had dirty money way before P Diddy I'm just tryna squeeze a little more milk up out the kitty Is ya with me? [Hook] I'mma put it down my nigga Gotta do what I do for the time my nigga Boys talkin down on a nigga But since day one I've been a killer Mane and ain't nobody triller Say ain't nobody triller I'm a motherfuckin killer H Town in this bitch And you know it's for real [Verse 2] Rari drop top in the Fleetwood Lac The sun is shining down on my astro zip I'm all about the cheese but I never been a rat Gotta keep it to yo self What part of the game is that? You see me rollin 4's on them foes just flippin Leanin on the leather through the southside dippin You know I got the ghet up on my lap with the clippin Cock back rated but these boys ain't trippin Who run this bitch? Don't even bother My granddaddy did, he passed it to my father My father did his thing like a G He passed it down to me Now the neighborhood belong to Bun B, OG [Hook] [Verse 3] Pussy niggas need to stay off in they lane Suicide lines, on the corner back to J Thug seat drivers get to talkin too much But not when I'm around Cuz they know they get touched It's the city called clutch and that's how we come through Fake niggas runnin up? What the fuck they gon do? PA trill nigga, no Hilfiger Put it on yo ass, before when we still wheel nigga New niggas in the game, bitches shared Long as you ain't touchin mine, bitch I really don't care Trips in the air, twist yo fingers til it break Trill recognize trill, we never roll fake For the game [Hook]
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