paroles de chanson So Trill - David Banner
Song:
So
Trill
Bread
and
water.This
what
it
comes
down
to
(Verse
1)
I
remember
when
these
kids
got
killed
up
in
Pearl
Is
it
the
end
of
the
world?
Grown
men
acting
like
bitches
Bitches
actin'
like
men,
and
it's
all
good
As
long
as
all
these
records
keep
sellin'
Niggaz
time
cut
so
these
snitches
keep
tellin'
Yall
know
it
ain't
right.
And
I
ain't
bending
for
these
hoes
Is
this
the
part
when
my
God
comes
back
and
starts
throwin'
elbows?
Man
these
children
gone
astray,
and
no
daddies
in
the
home
So
they
turn
to
gun
play,
or
they
just
turn
gay
Half-bit
like
they
rich
broke,
niggaz
swisha
sweet
So
I
sit,
in
a
lac
and
just
smoke,
stayin'
down
in
the
street
Vernon
Dixon?
Georgetown
in
the
hills
The
subs
and
the
boys
in
Hattiesburg
so
trill
The
delta
and
coast,
the
queens
is
what
I
boast
But
these
kids
in
the
south
is
what
a
nigga
love
the
most
{Bridge}
Damn,
the
kids
is
what
a
nigga
loves
most
F**k,
so
trill.
(Hook
2x)
I
grab
a
pen
and
pad
and
try
to
tell
you
how
I
feel
And
scream
to
the
lord
it's
so
trill
(so
trill)
It's
hard
in
the
south
when
you
try
to
stack
a
mill'
And
scream
to
the
lord
it's
so
trill
(so
trill)
(Verse
2)
I
remember
when
the
twin
towers
fell
Did
the
boys
in
the
G
know,
or
just
didn't
tell?
I
ain't
forgot
about
Gore,
and
them
trick
ass
ballots
Numbers
tossed
around
in
the
mix
like
a
salad
Or
a
bird
in
the
Bush
Or
a
brother
up
in
office
tryna
give
a
big
push
Yall
dont
try
to
praise
God
now
He
been
watchin
from
the
jump,
i'ma
crunk
Quick
to
pull
the
sawed
pump,
skull
and
bones
yall
can
kill
me
I'ma
G,
and
the
world
is
gon'
feel
me
Bet
you
neva
thought
the
truth
would
come
straight
from
the
middle
of
Mississippi
So
P-Boy
keep
pushin'.
We
some
big
ones,
life
would
street,
man
we
all
on
a
mission
(Hook
2x)
I
grab
a
pen
and
pad
and
try
to
tell
you
how
I
feel
And
scream
to
the
lord
it's
so
trill
(so
trill)
It's
hard
in
the
south
when
you
try
to
stack
a
mill'
And
scream
to
the
lord
it's
so
trill
(so
trill)
(Verse
3)
This
for
my
boys
in
the
pen
and
my
thugs
on
the
county
farms
If
it's
war
then
I
swear
i'm
gonna
raise
them
arms
And
come
and
getcha,
send
me
a
kite...
And
I
promise
that
I'll
write
ya
back
or
smoke
a
fat
sack
in
ya
name
I
ain't
no
bitch
or
no
hoe
or
no
trick
Tryna
ride
a
nigga
dick
just
to
make
a
quick
hit
I
ain't
writin'
love
songs
for
prissy
bitches
I
make
songs
for
the
queens
who
lost
sight
in
the
hood
Mayne
i
made
some
bullshit
but
it's
good
And
if
ya
see
me
then
you
see
this
shit
across
my
chest
I
pray
to
God,
let
my
spirit
do
the
rest
I
pray
to
God,
let
my
spirit
do
the
rest
(Hook
until
fade)
I
grab
a
pen
and
pad
and
try
to
tell
you
how
I
feel
And
scream
to
the
lord
it's
so
trill
(so
trill)
It's
hard
in
the
south
when
you
try
to
stack
a
mill'
And
scream
to
the
lord
it's
so
trill
(so
trill)
1 Intro
2 What I Do
3 Might Getcha
4 Like a Pimp
5 Whoremonger
6 Fuck 'Em
7 Mississippi
8 Cadillac On 22's
9 Fast Life
10 Choose Me
11 Really Don't Wanna Go
12 So Trill
13 My Shawty
14 Phone Tap
15 Bush
16 Bring It On
17 Still Pimpin'
18 Outro
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