Trillville - Infultrate lyrics
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Bill-me Clinton (yeah) Trillville (right) I see you sir 'Bout to crank this motherfucker up right (yeah) Tellin y'all 'bout these muh'fuckin Donnie Brasco-ass niggaz Muh'fuckin snakes in the grass nigga (I see you) Get ate up by these muh'fuckin sharks nigga Knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, yeah.. [Verse One] Dunn we stay on the road mo' than construction workers My pockets stay, fatter than them niggaz eatin them burgers Me, I'm a Red Lobster nigga Lobster bar, eatin like a mobster nigga Trillville, I'm a R, cause I'm a trill nigga Trilltown on the right cause I'ma put in the light Ayy, ayy, dese niggaz don't know me I'm the same nigga befo', and not the BET Call me Corleone or Don P It doesn't matter cause it's allllllll me Like if I was to push a whip, Cartiers, and gold teeth You would STILL see me in the streets, muh'fucker [Chorus] Dese niggaz think dey slick, tryin to infiltrate my click But they cain't, cause as soon as I say AYYY, we all goin my way Tryin to take my cheese, man that shit ain't gon' work with me Cause as soon as I say YEAHHH, everybody comin with me [Verse Two] I gotta have the fresh shit dat {?} me Ho you ain't gettin in 'less you show some ID I'm a 106'n like AJ and Free And I'm poppin Cristal, Moet and Hennessy Cause I'm way too cool, but I'll be damned if a nigga try disrespect my shit, watch a hatin nigga die It's too much money but, not enough time But if you get your foot, in the do', then you gotta climb to the top, but haters gon' hate, want you to flop But if you get rollin the thang gon' pop I'ma get bread whether it's cold or hot And when we come through the city all the hoes gon' flock [Chorus] [Verse Three] Well it's King once again for the 2005 Dirty mouth the Gucci man Trillville on the rise Trilltown dey in motion, Don P on my side And you know I keep the potion full of 'gnac in my ride Steppin out lookin good with Desire cologne My main focus is to leave with somethin to take home Now it's back in my zone, custom 3 what I claim Never let these bitch niggaz get me off of my game Now it's back to the lab, to read up on the yap Lil' Atlanta hit me up to let me know 'bout the trap Everythang's all good, now it's back to the hood Got some broads do it all, loves grippin the wood I'm a G about mine so nigga what about you Get your mind off my money before my gun's on you I don't have to play games therefore I don't make moves I just post on the block with a million deuce [Chorus] Ewww Bill-me Clinton, yeah Trillville, I see you sir Hehe Right I see you
