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Ain't Leavin' Trill
Lil Phat
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I qotta fully automatic, two-bananas that's a hundred
You already know the story, some lil' niggas owe me money
I came out here got on, I'm on homies acting funny
I left them niggas alone 'cause I felt the jack was coming
I shoot up to Atlanta, I be rollin' down the strip
They be on me like I'm TIP, I'll chill, then I'll dip
Up above to the club, and Manhattan see what's crackin'
Girl will lick me like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing
Me and boo from Baton Rouge get that big raggedy we be stackin'
When you packing them big rugers put you losers on a platter
Make some moves up to St. Louis, then get Nelly on the telly
Watching belly shooting dice and bettin' thousand on the seven
Seen R. Kelly in Chicago, fuck it, Yo showed me the club
We went in and popped some bottles, everybody showed me love
Ain't no telling where we goin' and it don't matter where we was
Mayne, I can go where ever the fuck I want simply because
How many records you sold? I won't with you when you drove
So I don't know how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
I know you niggas hos, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin' in that road, I'ma get you outta here
Fuck how many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
So I don't know how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
I know you niggas hos, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin' in that road, I'ma get you outta here
I be the trill fam, nigga don't forget the youngin
You don't know how I'm coming, ho, look let a nigga run it
I'm like a monkey out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan tennis shoe
It's a southside thing from Jimmy Lou, the illest shoe
I know my trill fam niggas, they gon' ride for me (ride for me)
And all them ones who ain't convicted, oh, they take five for me (take five for me)
We fucking bad bitches, don't fuck with them sad bitches
Don't like lil' bitty hos, we fucking with the phat bitches
Ain't no lil' lenty hos, I mean my knot be way fatter
And if you play with me, you hear that ratta, tatta, tatta
We cut up and and we show out from Bentleys to Phantoms
A nigga a punk, a bitch, we stamp 'em
We shining on them, yeah, we grimmy like a motherfucker
Climbing on them, yeah, we grinding like a motherfucker
Drink yo' hard liqour, I'ma sip my cold cup
You can be from outta town, I'ma make you put them fours up
How many records you sold? I won't with you when you drove
So I don't know how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
I know you niggas hos, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin' in that road, I'ma get you outta here
Fuck how many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
So I don't know how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
I know you niggas hos, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin' in that road, I'ma get you outta here