paroles de chanson Triller - Bun B , Kirko Bangz
Triller
Say
ain′t
nobody
triller
I'm
a
motherfuckin
killer
Say
ain′t
nobody
triller
And
you
know
it's
for
real
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,
hit
the
street
try
ta'
see
what
it
do
Cut
a
few
corners,
[?]
a
few
dubs
Get
′em,
jump
back,
trill
niggas
show
love
Some
try
to
hate,
I
don′t
pay
it
no
mind
Either
get
with
me
or
get
like
me
- that's
on
the
grind
Candy
paint
shine
as
I
flip
through
the
city
Ridin′
84s,
and
them
hoes
look
pretty
Had
dirty
money
way
before
P
Diddy
I'm
just
tryna
squeeze
a
little
more
milk
up
out
the
titty
Is
ya
with
me?
I′mma
put
it
down
my
nigga
Gotta
do
what
I
do
for
the
town
my
nigga
Boys
talking
down
on
a
nigga
But
since
day
one
I've
been
a
killer
Mayne
and
ain′t
nobody
triller
Say
ain't
nobody
triller
I'm
a
motherfucking
killer
H-Town
in
this
bitch
And
you
know
it′s
for
real
Riding
drop
top
in
the
Fleetwood
Lac
The
sun
is
shining
down
on
my
astro
[?]
I′m
all
about
the
cheese
but
I
never
been
a
wreck
Gotta
keep
it
to
yo
self,
what
part
of
the
game
is
that?
You
see
me
rollin
4's
on
them
foes,
just
flipping
Leaning
on
the
leather
through
the
Southside
dipping
You
know
I
got
the
gat
up
on
my
lap
with
the
clip
in
Cock
back
ready
but
these
boys
ain′t
tripping
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
I′mma
put
it
down
my
nigga
Gotta
do
what
I
do
for
the
town
my
nigga
Boys
talking
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
motherfucking
killer
[?]
in
this
bitch
And
you
know
it′s
for
real
Pussy
niggas
need
to
stay
off
in
they
lane
Sitting
sidelines,
want
to
quarterback
the
game
Back
seat
drivers
get
to
talking
too
much
But
not
when
I′m
around,
cause
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?
A
trill
nigga,
no
Hilfiger
Put
it
on
yo
ass,
before
when
we
still
wheel
nigga
New
niggas
in
the
game,
get
your
share
Long
as
you
ain′t
touching
mine,
bitch
I
really
don't
care
[?]
in
the
air,
twist
yo
fingers
til
it
break
Trill
recognize
trill,
we
never
roll
fake
For
the
game
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