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Wun Trey - Illinoise (Intro) Lyrics



Wun Trey - Illinoise (Intro) Lyrics
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Swervin' off halsted, den we hit the dan ryan, shouts out to bri, man we do this for lil brian
F*ck TSA, we do private, know who flyin'
Back from the dead in the booth, I'm like, who dyin'
Goin' through shit, I was battlin' demons
Goin' through shit, I was battlin' demons
Trumpets playin', say the king comin' Niggas shootin' like the league comin
Missiles dumpin', leave your team runnin' I'm the Brooklyn Nets, and we don't need drummond
Used to hit me when they need somethin' Now I'm overseas like Brucie Lee, stuntin
Shiver, shiver, feel the breeze comin' You can see the bats, it's Mr. Freeze, gunnin
Trainin', trainin', bout to turn up da season
Counted me out, man, they said I was cheatin'
I'm swingin' like Judge, man dem numbers demeaning
I surf by the lake and the crib out on Venus
Really runnin' with the gangbangers
I'm the game changer, this the game breaker, bitch
Gangbangers, you know dey ain't never switch
Hold up, caught him lackin', you know he ain't with the shits
Violate him, you know he ain't with the clique
Hold up, yeah
Syrup sippin' with the med-poppers, they some lead-poppers
Make it rain in this bitch
Gotti got em, and he headshot em, he be steady shootin'
Like his name, end in vich
Copy copy, you can tell em I mean it
Black ballin' me, I'm a king, I'm a leader
Runnin' to it, I'm as fast as a cheetah
Throwin' heaters, I was hangin' with Jeter
Ballin', spaulding' should I live or Elite it
Threw dirt on my name, I got Stanley da cleaner
Black car, no declining the Visa
And now I'm back up, it's the rise of the phoenix
Woo, we stack it and get it, we flip it and blow it
We get it and throw it, let's get it, you know it
Know it, you know it
We stack it and get it, we flip it and blow it
We get it and throw it, let's get it, you know it
Woo
Who got the pedal kissin' with da metal
Who got the checkies, we ain't never settle
Who helped em take it to another level, whoo
Haters talkin' like it's sinkin' my ship
Winning got married, now they talkin' shit
Was all on my dick, they got mad at my bitch
We stack it and get it, we flip it and blow it
We get it and throw it, let's get it, you know it
Get it, you know it
We stack it and get it, we flip it and blow it
We get it and throw it, let's get it, you know it
Get it, you know it, woo
Swervin', off halsted, then we hit the dan Ryan, shouts out the bri man and we do this for Lil' Brian
F*ck TSA, we do private, know who flying, woo
I was goin' through shit, I was battlin' demons
Goin' through shit, I was battlin' demons
You know it, you know it
We stack it and get it, we flip it and blow it We get it and throw it, let's get it, you know it
You know it, you know it
You know it, you know it
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We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service
Swervin' off halsted, den we hit the dan ryan, shouts out to bri, man we do this for lil brian
F*ck TSA, we do private, know who flyin'
Back from the dead in the booth, I'm like, who dyin'
Goin' through shit, I was battlin' demons
Goin' through shit, I was battlin' demons
Trumpets playin', say the king comin' Niggas shootin' like the league comin
Missiles dumpin', leave your team runnin' I'm the Brooklyn Nets, and we don't need drummond
Used to hit me when they need somethin' Now I'm overseas like Brucie Lee, stuntin
Shiver, shiver, feel the breeze comin' You can see the bats, it's Mr. Freeze, gunnin
Trainin', trainin', bout to turn up da season
Counted me out, man, they said I was cheatin'
I'm swingin' like Judge, man dem numbers demeaning
I surf by the lake and the crib out on Venus
Really runnin' with the gangbangers
I'm the game changer, this the game breaker, bitch
Gangbangers, you know dey ain't never switch
Hold up, caught him lackin', you know he ain't with the shits
Violate him, you know he ain't with the clique
Hold up, yeah
Syrup sippin' with the med-poppers, they some lead-poppers
Make it rain in this bitch
Gotti got em, and he headshot em, he be steady shootin'
Like his name, end in vich
Copy copy, you can tell em I mean it
Black ballin' me, I'm a king, I'm a leader
Runnin' to it, I'm as fast as a cheetah
Throwin' heaters, I was hangin' with Jeter
Ballin', spaulding' should I live or Elite it
Threw dirt on my name, I got Stanley da cleaner
Black car, no declining the Visa
And now I'm back up, it's the rise of the phoenix
Woo, we stack it and get it, we flip it and blow it
We get it and throw it, let's get it, you know it
Know it, you know it
We stack it and get it, we flip it and blow it
We get it and throw it, let's get it, you know it
Woo
Who got the pedal kissin' with da metal
Who got the checkies, we ain't never settle
Who helped em take it to another level, whoo
Haters talkin' like it's sinkin' my ship
Winning got married, now they talkin' shit
Was all on my dick, they got mad at my bitch
We stack it and get it, we flip it and blow it
We get it and throw it, let's get it, you know it
Get it, you know it
We stack it and get it, we flip it and blow it
We get it and throw it, let's get it, you know it
Get it, you know it, woo
Swervin', off halsted, then we hit the dan Ryan, shouts out the bri man and we do this for Lil' Brian
F*ck TSA, we do private, know who flying, woo
I was goin' through shit, I was battlin' demons
Goin' through shit, I was battlin' demons
You know it, you know it
We stack it and get it, we flip it and blow it We get it and throw it, let's get it, you know it
You know it, you know it
You know it, you know it
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Writer: William Smith
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Performed By: Wun Trey
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Written by: William Smith

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