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Rick Ross

Trilla Intro

 

Trilla Intro

(album: Trilla - 2008)


With kush and lean on my breath
The big boss Ricky Ross here is Trilla
You Know I'm talking 'bout

Shout out to Gunplay, shout out to T.O
Shout out to Kenneth Williams, shout out to E-Folk
Shout out to E-Class, nigga we eat fast
Shout out to Gucci Pucci, beamers we each have
Shout out to Larry Hoover, shout out to Big Meech
Shout out to Bunky Brown, shout out to Fish Grease
Shout out to Falcon, shout out to Big Ba
Shout out to John Doe, the whole Lynch Mob
Shout out to Rick Ross because I run this
I was a trill nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich
Shout out to Brown Lee, slanging in H-Town
Getting bank in the tank, knocking weight down
Shout out to Lil' Trea, triggas get pulled back
It's five stacks for a hit, betcha feel that
This the corner sto', pinnacle of balling blow
In the strip club with 50 grand is all ya know
Shout out to Boobie Boys, young drug dealers
Shout out to Red and Blue, I got love, nigga
Shout out to Chi-Town, all the G.D.'s
Shout out to 3-0-5, I rep C.C
Shout out to Lil' Jay, shout out to Jay-Z
Shout out to 2Shae, I'm getting straight cheese
Shout out to Wayne Parker, cook the 'caine harder
Shout out to Haitian P, these zoes straight robbing
Shout out to Scarface, shout out to Bun B
I met Escobar, my ring one key
Shout out to Trick Daddy, I got love, fool
We both millionaires, let's make some thug moves
I'm paranoid it's too much parafonalia
Public prosecutors got me preparing for failure
Picture pimp, picture me pimping the pen
With all these pretty scriptures that I can pimp with my pen
Oh no the Lord is my light and my savior
So I don't know is somebody coming to save ya
Oh Lord please tell 'em I came to slay 'em
Oh boy that A-K gon' do 'em a favor
I don't give a fuck about death
'Cause death don't give a fuck about flesh
'Cause flesh don't give a fuck about mine
And mine never gave a fuck about my

I'm too trill for these fuck niggas
I'm too trill for these fuck niggas
I'm too trill for these fuck niggas, look 'em in the eye nigga
I'm too trill for these fuck niggas
I'm too trill for these fuck niggas
I'm too trill for these fuck niggas
I'm too trill for these fuck niggas
Trilla

done

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