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Get Some Crunk in Yo System Lyrics

(feat. Lil' Jon)

[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 n*****)
Get some crunk in yo system (They ain't seen me yet)
Get some crunk in yo system (But they Still talkinf)
Get some crunk in yo system (f*** a slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall n***** could nevah see me)

[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 n***** get excited
Cause they think they fixing ta 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 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
n***** 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
n***** getting bunk and s***, dranking all the grey goose
Throwing signs up in the air, representing from where they came
It's the same s*** in the club, n***** fighting man.
Throwing bows and breaking chairs, n***** pulling hoes hair.
Running through the club with they click cause they don't care
Screaming out whateva side, all my n***** down to ride
If you think I'm lying then you p**** n***** bet not try
I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho
Busting n***** brain yo, for f****** with my game ho
Then leave yo a** chained tho, in the the middle of your yard.
I'ma pull yo card, for acting hard, down the boulevard n**** (c'mon)
[Hook x2: Trillville (Pastor Troy)]

Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works
Take off my f****** 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 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***** playing hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these b****** busting out they bras
Just so they can show they t****** 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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