Lyrics Trillville – Get Some Crunk In Yo System

Hook x1: Trillville (Pastor Troy)

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 niggas)

Hook x2: Trillville (Pastor Troy)

Get some crunk in yo system (C’mon)
Get some crunk in yo system (C’mon)
Get some crunk in yo system (C’mon)
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 niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixing ta get me, but nigga i’m a riot
By myself I’ma riot, so nigga don’t try it
Gun’s I collect em, gun’s for protection
Gun’s for that nigga that try me and learned a lesson
Cause they don’t say B.S’n, I’m good with my weapon
Ain’t never been a lame in the game I respect it
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
Niggas say I’m trill
They ain’t hard I can prove it……… yeaaaah

Hook x2: Trillville (Pastor Troy)

I’m sipping on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me loose
Niggas getting bunk and shit, dranking all the grey goose
Throwing signs up in the air, representing from where they came
It’s the same shit in the club, niggas fighting man.
Throwing bows and breaking chairs, niggas pulling hoes hair.
Running through the club with they click cause they don’t care
Screaming out whateva side, all my niggas down to ride
If you think I’m lying then you pussy niggas bet not try
I’ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho
Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking with my game ho
Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard.
I’ma pull yo card, for acting hard, down the boulevard nigga (c’mon)

Hook x2: Trillville (Pastor Troy)

Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works
Take off my fucking shirt, I’m rapping to the dirt
I’m rapping to the grave, I’m rapping for the A
I’m riding 21, on my Impala son
I’m smoking big dro, I’m with the red ho.
Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigga door
Off the hinges, I’m relentless
I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)
Amen , I works hard for the south
These niggas playing hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these bitches busting 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 whats up boo? (yeaaah)
Keeping it real,
Keeping it trill
Repping the ville,
I sho will

Hook x2: Trillville (Pastor Troy)

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