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lirik lagu triller – bun b

(intro)
triller
say ain’t n-body triller
i’m a motherf-ckin killer
say ain’t n-body triller
and you know it’s for real

(verse)
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 to street tryna see what it do
cut a few corners, jump a few dubs
get em, jump up, trill n-gg-s showin up
some try to hate, i don’t pay it no mind
either get with me or get like me – that’s on the grind
cuz the paint shine as i flip through the city
ridin in yo fols and them hoes look pretty
had dirty money way before p diddy
i’m just tryna squeeze a little more milk up out the kitty
is ya with me?

(hook)
i’mma put it down my n-gg-
gotta do what i do for the time my n-gg-
boys talkin down on a n-gg-
but since day one i’ve been a killer
mane and ain’t n-body triller
say ain’t n-body triller
i’m a motherf-ckin killer
h town in this b-tch
and you know it’s for real

(verse)
rari drop top in the fleetwood lac
the sun is shining down on my astro zip
i’m all about the cheese but i never been a rel
gotta keep it to yo self
what part of the game is that?
you see me rollin 4’s on them foes just flippin
leanin on the leather through the southside dippin
you know i got the ghet up on my lap with the clippin
c-ck back rated but these boys ain’t trippin
who run this b-tch? don’t even bother
my granddaddy did, he p-ssed it to my father
my father did his thing like a g
he p-ssed it down to me
now the neighborhood belong to bun b, og

(verse)
p-ssy n-gg-s need to stay off in they lane
suicide lines, on the corner back to j
thug seat drivers get to talkin too much
but not when i’m around
cuz they know they get touched
it’s the city called clutch and that’s how we come through
fake n-gg-s runnin up? what the f-ck they gon do?
pa trill n-gg-, no hilfiger
put it on yo -ss, before when we still wheel n-gg-
new n-gg-s in the game, b-tches shared
long as you ain’t touchin mine, b-tch i really don’t care
trips in the air, twist yo fingers til it break
trill recognize trill, we never roll fake
for the game

- bun b

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