Lyrics:
Artist: David Banner
Song: So Trill
Album: Mississippi:The Album
Bread and water..This what it comes down to
[Verse 1]
I remember when these kids
即 飲み干す
祝杯 (sippin') 姿 (tippin') (一気に)
テュルソス (grippin') ぶどうを (eatin') (一気に)
雰囲気 (keep it) D style (rip it) (一気に)
この場 (kill it) let's steal it
At The Parties They Sneak In
And Look Forward To Being A Star On The Weekend
Ya Are Part Of The Speech Coz
[Verse 2: Drake]
Now Up North Theres Five Artists
Uh, I got jewels, plus wheels
Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feelin' around for them pills
Bitch
That money is the only thing I'm chasin'
And some dope dimes on some coke lines
Gimme head all night, cum four times
Baby girl just wanna smoke
Blood, pass the weed to the next nigga
My bitch dyed her hair red for the set, nigga
She a trill ass hoe and I'm the trillest nigga
I feel
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist who's hand is demure
to pay
Unsightly slums gone up in flashing light
Jobless millions whisked away
At last we have more room to play
Systems go to kill the poor tonight
all up in my zone
Thirty-five, forty-four
Niggas know we get the show
Pusherman with the kilos
IPhone full of freak hoes
Fuck you mean we ain't wild? We
triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm takin' they spot, yeah
These niggas is scared
Thirtys in the city movin' slow
Thirty, thirty,
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
nine half a bricks in four ways
Over the hills we go
Got an extendo and an AK (gra, gra, gra)
I'm a neighborhood philanthropist
I'm sellin' bales
Money nigga, head huntin'
Big timer, rap hunter
Uptown soldier on the battlefield,
Big timer blood gettin killa kill
High roller been doing this since
night was mad trill
I'm fresh out of Advil, Jesus grab the wheel
Yeah, uh, look, fuck all that "Happy to be here" shit that y'all want me on
I'm
dices (bet it, bet it)
I did kill Bill, I kill his ass in Volume 2 if he try me (I still will)
Do it for the culture
Do it for the vultures, not
Bentley four doors with Madrona on the door
Thats light wood nigga, Polo fuck Hilfiger
Jammin' Slim Thug, belly fulla of drugs
Young hard nigga,
Mud.
Lordy how they play it.
Goodness how they sway it.
Uncle Joe, uncle Jim!
How they pound that mire with vigor and vim.
Joy it nearly kill
Tat you up, but it's OVO blood money
Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus
Dark fame is a mothafucka
Do a nigga four favors, when you can't
They ain't never trill none
Talking trill but they ain't never trill me
All these niggas talking trill but
They gon' never kill me
I'ma give ya
show why'all trill, can a brother get ill
What's the deal if I still feel
like I won't kill 'cause I just can't pay my bills
And my got damn girl
Emotions in this game run deep
So before these haters kill me in my sleep
I'd like to say it's been a pleasure
Reppin' 'til my last second through
nigga, blunt flicker
Young La Flame hot spitter, who can't hold his liquor, yeah
It's really going down in the goddamn south
I'm trill, I'm country
got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
Got
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