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Webb Wilder - Ain't Leaving Trill lyrics
[Verse 1: Webbie]I qotta fully automatic, two-bananas dats a hundred
 You already kno the story, some lil niggas owe me money
 I came out here got on, I'm on homies acting funny
 I left them niggas alone cause I felt the jack was coming
 I shoot up to Atlanta, I be rollin down the strip
 They be on e like I'm tip, I'll chill then I'll dip
 Up above to the club, to Manhattan see what's crackin
 Girl will lick e like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing
 Me and boo from baton rouge, get that big ragedy we be stackin
 We be packing them big rougers put you losers on a platter
 Make some moves up to St. Louis, then get Nelly on the telley
 Watching belly shooting dice and betin thousand on the seven
 Seen Kelly in Chicago fuck it yo showed me the club
 We went in and popped some bottles, everybody showed me love
 Ain't no telling where we goin and it don't matter where we was
 Mane I can go where ever the fuck I want simply because
 [Chorus:]How many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
 So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
 I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
 Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here
 Fuck how many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
 So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
 I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
 Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here
 Webb Wilder - Ain't Leaving Trill - http://motolyrics.com/webb-wilder/aint-leaving-trill-lyrics.html
 [Verse 2: Lil Phat]I be the trill fam, nigga don't forget the youging
 You don't kno how I'm coming hoe look let a nigga run it
 I'm like a monkey out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan tennis shoe
 It's a southside thing from jimmy lou, the illest shoe
 I kno my trill fam niggas oh they gon ride for me (ride for me)
 And all them ones who ain't convicted
 Oh they take five for me (take five for me)
 We fucking bad bithes don't fuck with them sadd bitches
 Don't like lil bitty hoes we fucking with the phat bitches
 Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I mean my knot be way fatter
 And if you fuck with me you hear that ratta tatta tatta
 We cut up and and we show out from bently to phantoms
 A nigga a punk a bitch we stamp'em
 We shining on them yeah we grimmy like a mothafucka
 Climbing on them yeah we grinding like a mothafucka
 Drink yo hard liqour I'm a sip my cold cup
 You can be from outta town I'm a make you put them fours up
 [Chorus:]How many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
 So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
 I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
 Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here
 Fuck how many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
 So I don't kno how you niggas roll, I ain't leaving trill
 I kno you niggas hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
 Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here









