Trillville Lyrics
Trillville Lyrics
"Bitch Niggaz Lyrics"
Cigarettes Lyrics
My world has changed The houses shook Someone ordered a tornado I can't find the coffee, no! I need to pull myself out! Out, out of this crisis Finally stand on my own two feet I gotta wash my silly snout I'm only poor metal player I got no cash to visit psycho doc My God has changed his phone number I feel like crazy fuck Cofused and shaken I need to gather my thoughts It's so good I have those Dam
My world has changed The houses shook Someone ordered a tornado I can't find the coffee, no! I need to pull myself out! Out, out of this crisis Finally stand on my own two feet I gotta wash my silly snout I'm only poor metal player I got no cash to visit psycho doc My God has changed his phone number I feel like crazy fuck Cofused and shaken I need to gather my thoughts It's so good I have those Dam
[Chorus]
Bitch nigazz don know me,
Bitch nigazz don know me,
Bitch nigazz don know me,
Bitch nigazz don know me,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
[Dirty Mouth]
[Verse 1]
This generation im livin, its nothin but this lil' pimpin,
Im breakin niggaz like wody,
But nothin but game i been given,
Stay away from we nigazz, Who consolidating my figures,
But if you cross the roadpass
I'll give you a 10 to yo liva',
I gives a fuck about hoes,
I gives fuck about trick,
Cuz the only thing a hoe can do is to slob n' nob on my dick,
so who in the you been wit,
A snappin fishes like dis,
And put the lock on yo shit and leave you dead in a ditch,
My ammunition is lethal like danny glover im armed,
Wit some shit to bust yo head if yo hoes in ala
I Want It Back Lyrics
by Shawn Colvin & John Leventhal I lost the thread, I lost the map It's not a feeling, it's a fact I had it once, I was on track Why won't it stay? I want it back I see you there in that magazine You're looking smart, you sound supreme You got such lip, you know the street You been around, you took some heat You mighta killed, you might be cruel You might be stupid but we love you You're in
rm, so back the fuckby Shawn Colvin & John Leventhal I lost the thread, I lost the map It's not a feeling, it's a fact I had it once, I was on track Why won't it stay? I want it back I see you there in that magazine You're looking smart, you sound supreme You got such lip, you know the street You been around, you took some heat You mighta killed, you might be cruel You might be stupid but we love you You're in
So back out my face before you get yo ass slung,
Wit dis AKA-47 aim'in write at yo heart.
[Chorus (Repeat x2)]
[LA]
[Verse 2]
Bitch nigga you don't know me
So why in the fuck you try'n to hate,
Runnin your mouth just like some hoe,
Bitch thats the closest thing to fake,
All in my face just like its cool
But i see right through this shit,
Talkin bout dat u my folk,
No nigga you's a bitch,
Get back boy,
I'm a be gettin laid up in this bitch,
What, nigga time and time again,
I done told you better duck nigga,
Cuz if ya fake stay the fuck away cuz i don't like ya bitch,
All my niggaz no ya,
And they know that you's a stay trick,
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck up to tell ya that i ain't gon make me show ya
1,2,3,4, nigga
(Grrrrraaaaaaaaaa)
Mothafucka what it is,
Eye'in me bitch hoe ass nigger,
You just steppe
Lame Lyrics
Whine, whine, whine. How can you afford to throw me those looks when you haven't pulled the bloody wool from over your eyes yet? How can you say those things to me when you haven't pulled the boot of the past out of your mouth? Tepid morals personality set for easy calibration knowledge of importance paramount. Marooned a suicidal caste deal with isolation grease the wheels chameleon. Sliding through social strata and yet you still whi
d up in some shit and you ready to dip quick,Whine, whine, whine. How can you afford to throw me those looks when you haven't pulled the bloody wool from over your eyes yet? How can you say those things to me when you haven't pulled the boot of the past out of your mouth? Tepid morals personality set for easy calibration knowledge of importance paramount. Marooned a suicidal caste deal with isolation grease the wheels chameleon. Sliding through social strata and yet you still whi
Run mothafucka stay away from Real shit,
Bitch nigga might not like me
I don't like it either bitch
Pussy nigga get bak,
Pussy nigga get slapped,
Pussy nigga get split,
Pussy nigga get threshed,
[Chorus (Repeaat x2)]
[Don Peezy]
[Verse 3]
Next time me and you
Cause I ain't never wanna meet'cha
Always talkin the bullshit
Hell no you never future
Always talkin' like a preture
You can meet me at the club nigga
Fuck the poolpit' nigga
Fuck the damn altar nigga
I ain't sayin salter nigga
Speakin' of me lets meet at the parkin lot with all my damn niggas
So we can go on and figure out who real and who fake
Cause I see through you like glass nigga
Ao go ahead and break
I'm not I'm the super AKA slash, slash up in your face
Talkin' that bullshit
Anoth
London Song Lyrics
There's a room in a house in a street in a manor in a borough that's part of a city that is generally referred to as London It's a dark place, a mysterious place And it is said that if you're born within the sound of Bow-Bells you have the necessary qualifications to be christened a Londoner [It's a cruel place, it's a hard place] But when you think back to all the great Londoners William Blake, Charles Dickens, Dick Whittington
er garbage and i'll i push you away There's a room in a house in a street in a manor in a borough that's part of a city that is generally referred to as London It's a dark place, a mysterious place And it is said that if you're born within the sound of Bow-Bells you have the necessary qualifications to be christened a Londoner [It's a cruel place, it's a hard place] But when you think back to all the great Londoners William Blake, Charles Dickens, Dick Whittington
Strike One, Bad Mistake
Strike Two, Bad Mistake
World Series Championship
Ain't nothin, nothin about me rich!
[Chorus (Repeat x2)]
[Lil' Scrappy]
[Verse 4]
Scrap Y'all, Scrap Y'all
Woooooooo!
Ain't that some muhfuckin' shit
Talkin' like you know me Gonna get your punk ass hit
Put that down that's weed in the air Keep jumpin' in my face
Im gonna knock the dreads Out yo hair
Who that be BME you know me
Niggas tesin my clique
I'm a show ya that im a G
Yea thats the same nigga
Fuckin' your daughter
With the pimpin' out so hard they gonna call it hoe slaughter
Sayin' im bitch shorty
Who that me playa
Even bitches save me for that
I'll never date ya Now hoes out your face
Can you transelate
Talkin all that garbege I'll make ya dicipitate