Trillville - Get Some Crunk in Yo System Lyrics

Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them n***as)
Get some crunk in yo system (They ain't seen me yet)
Get some crunk in yo system (But they Still talkin')
Get some crunk in yo system (F*** a slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall n***as could nevah see me)

(Hook 2x Trillville (Pastor Troy)

Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah)

(Dirty Mouth)

I can feel it, ya hater's don't like it
They see me at a show, them n***as get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get me, but n**** I'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so n**** don't try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection

Gun's for that n**** that try me and learned a lesson
Cause they don't say BS'n, I'm good with my weapon
Ain't never been a lame in the game I respect it First it ain't no mercy,

I'm looking for trouble, my own label just found out that I'm a monster

But it's too late cause I done signed for, a hundred or something

Ain't nothing I'm ruthless, still producing
Cut me a check or you'll find yo self toothless
I'm Don Corleone, Keep it trill with no confusing
(heh heh heh)

N***as say I'm trill
They ain't hard I can prove ityeaaaah

(Hook 2x Trillville (Pastor Troy)

I'm sippin' on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me loose
N***as getting' bunk and shit, dranking all the grey goose
Throwin' signs up in the air, representing from where they came

It's the same shit in the club, n***as fightin' man
Throwin' bows and breaking chairs, n***as pullin hoes hair
Runnin through the club with they click cause they don't care
Screamin' out whateva side, all my n***as down to ride

If you think I'm lyin' then you pussy n***as bet not try
I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho
Busting n***as brain yo, for F***ing with my game ho
Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard

I'ma pull yo card, for actin' hard, down the boulevard n**** (c'mon)

(Hook 2x Trillville (Pastor Troy)

(Pastor Troy)

Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works
Take off my F***in shirt, I'm reppin' to the dirt
I'm reppin' to the grave, I'm reppin' for the A
I'm ridin' 21s, on my Impala son

I'm smokin' big dro, I'm with the red ho
Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that n**** door
Off the hinges, I'm relentless
I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)

Amen I works hard for the south
These n***as playin' hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these bitches bustin' out they bras
Just so they can show they titties to a star

Baby my doors ajar, the passenger too
I'm ready to ride, so what's up boo? (yeaaah)
Keepin' it real,
Keepin' it trill
Reppin' the ville,
I sho will

(Hook 2x Trillville (Pastor Troy)

(Hook 2x)

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