Trillville - Infiltrate - Sözleri

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


 









		
			



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