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bun b feat ludacris - trill recognize trill (featuring ludacris) lyrics

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i still, i still, i still, i still
i still, i still, i still, tote steel
i still, tote steel, i still, tote steel
i still, ha

i still, tote steel, give a f-ck how you feel
we some southern og’s, trill, recognize trill
all my hustlers, keep quiet and my dealers don’t slip
money speaks for itself, so, we ain’t gotta say, “sh-t”

i still, tote steel, give a f-ck how you feel
we some southern og’s, trill, recognize trill
all my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don’t slip
money speaks for itself, so, we ain’t gotta say, “sh-t”

bun b is the name, u g k is the click
p a t is the city, so, if you hate, suck a d-ck
i’m from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard
where n-gg-z don’t wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard

we ain’t never been fraud, we ain’t never been lame
so, if you wanna get it crackin’, every n-gg- is game
so, we can catch a corner or we can catch a square
any place, any time, i’ll be waiting right there

see, i give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine
but as soon as you hit your back, my dogs’ll eat you alive
all we know is survive, we ain’t taking no ails
so, before you play with us you best play with yourself

’cause i’m tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug
i’m about ready to give these buck n-gg-z a clean slug
c-ck back the hammer on the god d-mn steel
and put a hollow in the middle of his god d-mn breel, f-ck it

i still, tote steel, give a f-ck how you feel
we some southern og’s, trill, recognize trill
all my hustlers, keep quiet and my dealers don’t slip
money speaks for itself, so, we ain’t gotta say, “sh-t”

i still, tote steel, give a f-ck how you feel
we some southern og’s, trill, recognize trill
all my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don’t slip
money speaks for itself, so, we ain’t gotta say, “sh-t”

talking about the carats in my watch, diamonds in my chain
who’s baddest on the block, what my status in the game
the records that i’ve sold, bobby v going gold
and all them number one chart positions that i hold

the money and the wealth, well, i’ll keep it to myself
but i’m always willing to share the firepower on the shelf
i’m shiny star spanglin’, ding-a-ling danglin’
luda the sheet swisha, broke the record of wilt chamberlin’

i’m college park rangering, houston, tex mangering
so, get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings
i’m banging in the east, west, south, all over the map, boy
i do it for myself, my daughter and all these trap boyz

lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy
semi-automatic, so, make the click get back, boy
click, since i was born, i been the sh-t
and money speaks for itself, so, i ain’t never said sh-t

i still, tote steel, give a f-ck how you feel
we some southern og’s, trill, recognize trill
all my hustlers, keep quiet and my dealers don’t slip
money speaks for itself, so, we ain’t gotta say, “sh-t”

i still, tote steel, give a f-ck how you feel
we some southern og’s, trill, recognize trill
all my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don’t slip
money speaks for itself, so, we ain’t gotta say, “sh-t”

n-gg-z, best to start running, hiding, dodging, and ducking
’cause them trill n-gg-z comin’, riding, c-cking, and bucking
b-tch, you f-cking with a monster, a beast like no other
the hardest n-gg- living since my motherf-cking brother

so, duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck
we coming for money and your motherf-cking respect
and we ain’t taking no checks, money orders or visa’s
your life is on the line, so, don’t motherf-cking tease us

you gonna need jesus to hold you and help ya
’cause when you f-cking with me, b-tch, you gon’ see helter-skelter
that heat gon’ melt ya, this steel gon’ gut ya
you lame -ss n-gg-, know ya nolia then f-ck ya

b-tch, i stopped giving a d-mn when pimp went to the pen
so, not everyones -ssociates and n-body’s friends
just make sure to get my ends and n-body gets hurt
before i put somebody’s children under motherf-cking dirt, f-ck it

i still, tote steel, give a f-ck how you feel
we some southern og’s, trill, recognize trill
all my hustlers, keep quiet and my dealers don’t slip
money speaks for itself, so, we ain’t gotta say, “sh-t”

i still, tote steel, give a f-ck how you feel
we some southern og’s, trill, recognize trill
all my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don’t slip
money speaks for itself, so, we ain’t gotta say, “sh-t”

- bun b feat ludacris lyrics

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