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Hook x1: Trillville (Pastor Troy)
Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them )
Get some crunk in yo system (They ain't seen me yet)
Get some crunk in yo system (But they Still talkin)
Get some crunk in yo system (fk a slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall could nevah see me)
Don P
I can feel it, ya hater's dont like it
They see me at a show, them get excited
Cause they think they finna get me, but nigg* i'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigg* dont try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection
Gun's for that nigg* that try me and learned a lesson
Cause there aint no second guessin, Im good with my weapon
Ain't never been a lame in the game I respect it. First it ain't no mercy,
I'm looking for trouble, my own label just found out that I'm a monster
But it's too late cause I done signed for, a hundred or something
Ain't nothing I'm ruthless, still producing
Cut me a check or you'll find yo self toothless
I'm Don Corleone, Keep it trill with no confusing (heh heh heh)
say I'm trill
They aint hard I can prove it.........yeaaaah
Hook x4: Trillville (Pastor Troy)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah!)
Dirty Mouth
Im sippin on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me loose
gettin bunk and s**t, dranking all the grey goose
Throwin signs up in the air, representing from where they came
Its the same s**t in the club, fightin man.
Throwin bows and breaking chairs, pullin hoes hair.
Runnin through the club with they click cause they don't care
Screamin out whateva side, all my down to ride
If you think I'm lyin then you p*ssy bet not try
I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho
Busting brain yo, for fking with my game ho
Then leave yo as* chained tho, in the the middle of your yard.
I'ma pull yo card, for actin hard, down the boulevard nigg*. (cmon)
Hook x4: Trillville (Pastor Troy)
Pastor Troy
Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works
Take off my fkin shirt, I'm reppin to the dirt
I'm reppin to the grave, I'm reppin for the A
I'm ridin 21s, on my Impala son
I'm smokin big dro, I'm with the red ho.
Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigg* door
Off the hinges, I'm relentless
I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)
Amen , I works hard for the south
These playin hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these girls bustin out they bras
Just so they can show they t*ts to a star.
Baby my doors ajar, the passenger too
I'm ready to ride, so whats up boo? (yeaaah)
Keepin it real,
Keepin it trill
Reppin the ville,
I sho is
Hook x4: Trillville (Pastor Troy)