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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Crowe
Kevin Crowe
Composer
Erik Ortiz
Erik Ortiz
Composer
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Producer
Elvin "Big Chuck" Prince
Elvin "Big Chuck" Prince
Recording Engineer
Dantly "Prowla" Wyatt
Dantly "Prowla" Wyatt
Recording Engineer
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

With kush and lean on my breath The big boss Ricky Ross here is Trilla You know I'm talkin' 'bout Shout out to Gun Play; shout out to T.O. Shout out to Kenneth William; 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 Bob 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, slangin in H-Town Gettin' bank in the tank, knockin' 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 ballin' blow In the strip club with 50 grand is all you 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 gettin' straight cheese Shout out to Wayne Parker, cook the 'caine harder Shout out to Haitian P, he's so straight robbin' 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 personalia Puplic prosecutors got me preparing for failure Picture pimp, picture me pimpin' 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. Suckas
Writer(s): William Roberts, Kevin Crowe, Erik Ortiz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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