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lirik lagu neva eva (get on my level) – trillville

[intro: lil jon]
what, uh
what?! you can’t! you can’t
it’s trillville ho, lil scr-ppy ho, it’s bme ho
let’s go

[chorus: lil jon]
b-tch n-gga you can neva eva
eva eva
eva eva, eva eva eva eva
get on my level ho (what!)
get on my level ho (what!)
get on my level ho (what!)
get on my level ho (what!)
b-tch n-gga you can neva eva
eva eva
eva eva, eva eva eva eva
get on my level ho (what!)
get on my level ho (what!)
get on my level ho (what!)
get on my level ho (what!)

[verse 1: dirty mouth]
get the f-ck back, get the f-ck back already
i ain’t playing nann day
prove a n-gga what you say
meet me anywhere, i don’t care
it don’t matter to me
cause if you f-cking step
i’mma step in your vicinity
what, you think i’m a ho?
n-gga please!
you ain’t on my level
get some rank, b-tch
while i’m digging your grave with a shovel
time after time i ask myself
is it really clever for you to get with me?
b-tch n-gga you can never ever
rank on my level, i push a chevrolet pedal
if you n-ggas f-ck with me
i got that chrome
heavy metal
never settle for less but always strive for the best
most these n-ggas playing chief will put you straight to the test

[verse 2: don peezy]
look at my benz, look at my ac
look at my navi and my lac
get on my level?
h-ll nah never that
i knew you wasn’t real cause all ya do is chit-chat
always slizzle-making
sure i stay gone
call us some broad to the georgia dome
trying to get with me is like naps through a comb
they call me don p aka “corleone”
up in the club with my cartiers on
don’t know if i’m high, drunk, or getting my roll on
he on the cell “can ya hear me?”
h-ll nah
get on my level
that’s what i’m trying to tell y’all, fo real

[verse 3: la]
la off in this thing, get up on my level, ho!
b-tch n-gga, you can never ever, ever ever hang
b-tch n-gga step the f-ck back, and if you think i’m jokin’
ask them n-ggas that tried to play us
see ’em lying off in that coffin
trillville, atl sw-nging, sw-nging, throwing bows
got some n-ggas that be hating busting slugs at my foes
if you thinking you can f-ck with a n-gga like me
nah n-gga, get rich
trillville and bme
what the f-ck you talking about?
we too deep
n-gga what!
if a hater wanna hate then a hater getting bust
we ain’t hard to find, n-gga, so why you steadily talking sh-t?
i’m fixing to sick my dogs, ho
p-ssy n-gga, get big, n-gga-ho

[verse 4: lil’ scr-ppy]
get crunk out your brains when i spit this verse
i’m a blood-sucking vampire, my venom is worse
head bustas deal with dangerous thirsts
shatter your bones in your chest and make your motherf-ckin’ heart burst
don’t worry now, best of the south on the map
knock your thoughts out and leave your brains on your lap
don’t touch my kangol, shorty… what’s wrong with you?
i might drop my fist back and knock your grill through

[outro: lil jon]
when i see you duck
run around the motherf-ckin’ club!
run around the motherf-ckin’ club!
run around the motherf-ckin’ club!
run around the motherf-ckin’ club!
run around the motherf-ckin’ club!
run around the motherf-ckin’ club!
run around the motherf-ckin’ club!
run around the motherf-ckin’ club!
yeah!

- trillville

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