trillville - i'm pimpin' lyrics
[e40:]
this that boy e40 water mayne. know what i’m talkin bout off this good ole burgondale coserosolini.
we fin to do our thug disolini mayne. trillville up in this booth mayne. what is it? you know what i’m talkin bout? real saucy real flossy mayne. we pimpin, and that’s what we talkin bout mayne.
square–ss n-gg-s mayne tear up outta here mayne, you know mayne get somewhere where they money at mayne. we bosses mayne. you know what i’m talkin bout? yeeee!
[don p:]
don p this, don p that
don p pockets always fat.
i guess that’s that on that
better get a tic-tac fore you start the chit chat.
i ain’t ludacris but n-gg- get back
you like that group criss cross
you wiggidy wiggidy wiggidy wack!
and i’m a miggidy niggidy nack,
spit game to these hoes like pimpin ken on the track.
take a trip to miami. where the ladies love me and n-gg-s treat me like family. trill recognize trill holla at yo folk.
[where you at?] over here by lake posted on my boat.
see you a funny n-gg-, somethin like a joke,
and i’m a money n-gg- somethin like nice dro.
they say if it ain’t broke don’t fix it, so i guess i’m gon keep on pimpin.
[chorus x2:]
gals love me (cause i’m pimpin)
lawyers hate me (cause i’m pimpin)
in v.i.p. (cause i’m pimpin)
wit my g’s (cause i’m pimpin)
y’all n-gg-s ain’t talkin bout nothin (i’m pimpin)
y’all n-gg-s ain’t talkin bout nothin (i’m pimpin)
[trillville:]
i’m all about pimpin, mackin, hustlin, stackin.
everything i touch goes gold or platinum.
camera, action, don’t forget about the lights.
last name dough and my first name money right.
the a is the city, the town is the click.
and i got my own hands, i can grab my own d-ck.
i rep who i’m wit, that bird on the vid.
and last but not least you know that bme click.
see i’m a trill n-gg-, so i speak trill talk.
dirty mouth the gucci mayne got millions in the vault. (for real?)
a payed n-gg- from the ville, so you hatin n-gg-s better chill on the fake talk.
runnin off at your mouth like a relay.
well check out how my gun run this replay.
pow! reloadin on yo b-tch -ss.
sneak up from behind ya like a snake up in the gr-ss.
[chorus x2]
[e40:]
how could i have one tooth in my mouth and not a scottish nickle to my name,
and still pull your bootch like a crane.
funny n-gg- is tired, he been dipped in sucka sauce.
i’m movin in, you can tell that ho -ss n-gg- he can get lost.
cause i’m the whip daddy is, he the whip daddy ain’t
mine look like it been dipped in sh-llack his sh-t look like spray paint.
y’all be jaw jackin, my pockets h-lla fat.
how many rappers you know that can turn down a hundred thousand, can you do that?
it’s the year of the throw back and i ain’t talkin bout jerseys.
the original tyc–n playboy, i’m back like herpes.
we burn pirelli meat smoke up the block and cause pollution.
til the tires bald, til they smooth like proactive solution.
i like to ball, but i ain’t talkin bout hoopin.
i pump that weight like they do in the inst-tution.
yo partnas in the club lookin like they gamin.
my partnas in the club lookin like the mafia.
[chorus x2]
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