a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

trillville - man up lyrics

eyyyyyyyyy!
[“you don’t wanna do dat!” is heard in the background of the whole song]
[trillville ad-libing in background]
yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

[chorus]
all that, talkin talkin talkin talkin talkin that sh-t
talkin talkin talkin talkin talkin talkin that sh-t
talkin talkin talkin talkin talkin talkin that sh-t
talkin talkin talkin talkin talkin talkin that sh-t
man up motherf-cker, man uuuuuuup
man up motherf-cker, man uuuuuuup
man up motherf-cker, man uuuuuuup
man up motherf-cker, man uuuuuuup

[don p.]
now eve’body wanna f-ckin have they own label
wouldn’t on the first sh-t to bring to the table
they in they own fantasy somethin like a fable
handicap situations all disabled
i shut ’em down, like a computer
cause ain’t n-body f-ckin wit the super producer
coreleone [?] (yea), trill town representatives
(f-ck don p!) man some of y’all too sensitive
[-gun noises-]
but ya right, f-ck me! but ain’t ‘nam day you gon touch me
talkin bout, “don p, why you buckin?
man you need to chill out get to the money”
…..i already got it!
and i’ma trill n-gg- i handle all my problems
besides, i’m all about respectin
i’ma man, before anybody checkin

[chorus]

[lil’ atlanta]
what you starin at? this ain’t no free show
you gon make me c-ck back, hit ya -ss in the door
you don’t wanna do dat, hear dem thangs cl-t-clak
goes in ya thru the front, comes out thru the back
come and make my night! love to talk but hate to fight
was you a b-tch? i was a b-tch, it don’t go away ova night
man up motherf-cker man up!
i told you once before motherf-cker stand up!

[chorus]

[dirty mouth]
now if you n-gg-z keep playin, you gon make a n-gg- tear a hole
right thru yo chest, is yo flesh, i can see yo soul
you don’t wanna do dat! i’ma hit you wit a bat
talkin all dat sh-t n-gg- and i’ma hit you wit da gack
seventeen times out da barrel on my .45
four plus five equals nine goin thru yo spine
sit yo -ss down hoe! make a move you gotta go
erase you off da map and beat yo -ss at yo own show
ain’t playin no games wit you lames when it comes to gangsta sh-t
throwin up my middle finger, grabbin on my own d-ck
n-gg-z thank they slick take yo pick, which one you want
bullets flyin thru yo house or goin straight thru yo door?
make yo -ss choke wit different strokes of my hand movements
say dat your a g, in these streets, man you gotta prove in
next, time i see you talkin talkin sh-t
i’ma rearrange yo mouth and put yo -ss in a ditch, b-tch

[chorus]

[“you don’t wanna do dat!”]

- trillville lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS