Trilla Than A B***h
作曲 : Webbie
Pants low, afro, no s*irt, blowing purp,
I'm not a star,
Im just a regular ole hood *****.
VIP full of hoes, full of rose,
We got guns in this ********** now ***** that's how we comin.
A half of diesel, pack of kools, a whole pound of kush,
Presidential s*it now that's what we call blowin money.
Murder weapons, 357's, glock 9's,
I aint lying, ***** that chopper hold a whole mutherf****ng hundred.
Think fo you move, cause you dont wanna move wrong.
Send yo hi**an ****** gon put that tool on him.
Bow! Bow!
Bow! Knock all his shoes off.
Im the Savage, what's happening, come on tell me who want it.
Cause we can crank it up, cause
I dont give a ****.
Where ya people at?
You better bring all them **** in the booty ass, coochie ass, fake ass ballers.
You aint neva pop nuthin, stop stuntin *****.
***** you aint seen nuthin until you see me, climbing out a tree, wit a 223.
What! Im scarred up, ready for warfare.
Im right here.
***** *****
Wassup. Get at me. [Chorus x2:]
Now I done did some f****d up s*it
I aint gon even lie.
But Im trilla than a ***** and you cant even lie.
Im beat that ***** like no other, ***** dont even lie.
I'm a bad *********** and you cant even lie. [Lil Phat:]
I done did some f****d up s*it so ****** ready fool.
Remember.
Remember.
I shot the wrong dude.
Such and such had sent me on a lick,
I took the wrong tool.
Six-shots
I barely made it out a shoot-out.
**** school.
Standing on the corner what we knew bout.
If a ***** tried to play you then you better pull that tool out.
I done did some f****d up s*it so ****** cant roll they look at it and taste it but still cant pay tho.
I'm tired of being slept on, don't know about me.
They gon **** around and make me bring that four up out me.
And I aint stopping til
I see the f****ng graveyard *****.
Rest in peace to your shooter dont lose your graveyard wit ya.
They say I'm thugging.
Yea. Crus*ing.
Yea. Yea.
All my ****** struggling.
Yea. Try me and
I'm busting.
Yea. End of that discussion .
Yea. Be like yunging, **** the yunging, he a dirty ass bastard.
Some say I'm ***** some say
I jack they favorite rapper. [Chorus x2]
Trilla Than A B***hLRC歌词
作曲 : Webbie
Pants low, afro, no s*irt, blowing purp,
I'm not a star,
Im just a regular ole hood *****.
VIP full of hoes, full of rose,
We got guns in this ********** now ***** that's how we comin.
A half of diesel, pack of kools, a whole pound of kush,
Presidential s*it now that's what we call blowin money.
Murder weapons, 357's, glock 9's,
I aint lying, ***** that chopper hold a whole mutherf****ng hundred.
Think fo you move, cause you dont wanna move wrong.
Send yo hi**an ****** gon put that tool on him.
Bow! Bow!
Bow! Knock all his shoes off.
Im the Savage, what's happening, come on tell me who want it.
Cause we can crank it up, cause
I dont give a ****.
Where ya people at?
You better bring all them **** in the booty ass, coochie ass, fake ass ballers.
You aint neva pop nuthin, stop stuntin *****.
***** you aint seen nuthin until you see me, climbing out a tree, wit a 223.
What! Im scarred up, ready for warfare.
Im right here.
***** *****
Wassup. Get at me. [Chorus x2:]
Now I done did some f****d up s*it
I aint gon even lie.
But Im trilla than a ***** and you cant even lie.
Im beat that ***** like no other, ***** dont even lie.
I'm a bad *********** and you cant even lie. [Lil Phat:]
I done did some f****d up s*it so ****** ready fool.
Remember.
Remember.
I shot the wrong dude.
Such and such had sent me on a lick,
I took the wrong tool.
Six-shots
I barely made it out a shoot-out.
**** school.
Standing on the corner what we knew bout.
If a ***** tried to play you then you better pull that tool out.
I done did some f****d up s*it so ****** cant roll they look at it and taste it but still cant pay tho.
I'm tired of being slept on, don't know about me.
They gon **** around and make me bring that four up out me.
And I aint stopping til
I see the f****ng graveyard *****.
Rest in peace to your shooter dont lose your graveyard wit ya.
They say I'm thugging.
Yea. Crus*ing.
Yea. Yea.
All my ****** struggling.
Yea. Try me and
I'm busting.
Yea. End of that discussion .
Yea. Be like yunging, **** the yunging, he a dirty ass bastard.
Some say I'm ***** some say
I jack they favorite rapper. [Chorus x2]
