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Trillville - Money Line Lyrics




You don't wanna do dat(x15) (Don P talkin in background)

All dat talkin(x5) dat shit Talkin(x5) dat shit (x3) Man up muthaf*cka man up(x4)

Don P: Now evabody wanna f*ckin have they label Wouldn't on da first shit to bring to da table They in they own fantasy somethin like a fable Handicap situations all disabled I shut em down like a computer Cause aint nobody f*ckin wit da super producer Coreleone trill town representatives F*ck Don P man some of yall too senstative But ya f*ck me but nann day you gon touch me Talkin bout Don P why you buckin Man you need to chill out get to da money I already got it and imma trill nigga I handle all my problems Besides i'm all about respectin Imma man before anybody checkin

All dat talkin(x5) dat shit Talkin(x5) dat shit (x3) Man up muthaf*cka man up(x4)

Lil Atlanta: What you starin at this ain't no free show You gon make me cock back hit ya ass in da door You don't wanna do dat hear dem thangs clit-clat Goes in ya thru da front comes out thru da back Come and make my night love to talk hate to fight Was you a bitch I was a bitch it don't go away ova night Man up muthaf*cka man up i told you once before muthaf*cka stand up

All dat talkin(x5) dat shit Talkin(x5) dat shit (x3) Man up muthaf*cka man up(x4)

Dirty Mouth: Now if you niggas keep playin you gon make a nigga tear a hole right thru yo chest Is yo flesh i can see yo soul You don't wanna do dat imma hit you wit a bat Talkin all dat shit nigga and imma hit you wit da gack 17 times out da barrell on my 45 4 plus 5 equals 9 goin thru yo spine Sit yo ass down hoe make a move you gotta go Erase you off da map and beat yo ass at yo own show Ain't playin no games wit you lames when it comes to gangsta shit Throwin up my middle finger grabbin on my own dick Niggas thank they slick take yo pick Which one you want bullets flyin thru yo house or goin straight thru yo door Make yo ass 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 shit imma rearrange yo mouth And put yo ass in a ditch bitch

All dat talkin(x5) dat shit Talkin(x5) dat shit (x3) Man up muthaf*cka man up(x4)
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You don't wanna do dat(x15) (Don P talkin in background)

All dat talkin(x5) dat shit Talkin(x5) dat shit (x3) Man up muthaf*cka man up(x4)

Don P: Now evabody wanna f*ckin have they label Wouldn't on da first shit to bring to da table They in they own fantasy somethin like a fable Handicap situations all disabled I shut em down like a computer Cause aint nobody f*ckin wit da super producer Coreleone trill town representatives F*ck Don P man some of yall too senstative But ya f*ck me but nann day you gon touch me Talkin bout Don P why you buckin Man you need to chill out get to da money I already got it and imma trill nigga I handle all my problems Besides i'm all about respectin Imma man before anybody checkin

All dat talkin(x5) dat shit Talkin(x5) dat shit (x3) Man up muthaf*cka man up(x4)

Lil Atlanta: What you starin at this ain't no free show You gon make me cock back hit ya ass in da door You don't wanna do dat hear dem thangs clit-clat Goes in ya thru da front comes out thru da back Come and make my night love to talk hate to fight Was you a bitch I was a bitch it don't go away ova night Man up muthaf*cka man up i told you once before muthaf*cka stand up

All dat talkin(x5) dat shit Talkin(x5) dat shit (x3) Man up muthaf*cka man up(x4)

Dirty Mouth: Now if you niggas keep playin you gon make a nigga tear a hole right thru yo chest Is yo flesh i can see yo soul You don't wanna do dat imma hit you wit a bat Talkin all dat shit nigga and imma hit you wit da gack 17 times out da barrell on my 45 4 plus 5 equals 9 goin thru yo spine Sit yo ass down hoe make a move you gotta go Erase you off da map and beat yo ass at yo own show Ain't playin no games wit you lames when it comes to gangsta shit Throwin up my middle finger grabbin on my own dick Niggas thank they slick take yo pick Which one you want bullets flyin thru yo house or goin straight thru yo door Make yo ass 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 shit imma rearrange yo mouth And put yo ass in a ditch bitch

All dat talkin(x5) dat shit Talkin(x5) dat shit (x3) Man up muthaf*cka man up(x4)
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Writer: DANIEL MARSHALL, DANIEL AUGUSTINE MARSHALL, DONNELL PRINCE, LAKIESHA JACOBS, LAKIESHA MARIE JACOBS, LAWRENCE EDWARDS, LAWRENCE ALFONSO II EDWARDS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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