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letra de price on your head - trilly trills

[verse 1: trilly trills]
the boys back in f-cking town
lyrical shooters we came to buck ’em down
i’m buckshot shorty entering the stage
sandman with the cane we pull ’em away
all this fear in the air you n-ggas is lame
only kick it with the b-tches they giving the praise
diamonds in the rough i’ve gotten appraised
told n-ggas bеfore that we ain’t playing games
thеy saying i’m an awful much
but only talking bout n-ggas is an awful touch
i mean you new n-ggas talk too much
and we ain’t never met
i hope you sleep well n-gga better yet
[chorus: trilly trills]
don’t go to bed with no price on your head no
millennial thug n-ggas is dropping dimes
got a price on ya head that’s money on ya mind
don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time uh uh
you f-cking with a fly n-gga, sly n-gga
pipe bomb stuck to the whip they yelling bye n-gga

[verse 2: razkal rasheem]
bad man fam from the badlands
hands down illtown from a child to the man
i’m tryna be better than what i usually been
if i rubbed you the wrong way apology amends
this goes out to real family and friends
you love me unconditional need a show of hands
don’t beat around the bush no prancing and dancing
if that ain’t what it is, then it is what it is then
i don’t need that sh-t in my life, people pretending
fake love, fake shakes, fake hugs, fake grinning
i’m a tte ninja to the ending
if we riding then we rolling it’s a lifetime sentence

[chorus: trilly trills]
don’t go to bed with no price on your head no
millennial thug n-ggas is dropping dimes
got a price on ya head that’s money on ya mind
don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time uh uh
you f-cking with a fly n-gga, sly n-gga
pipe bomb stuck to the whip they yelling bye n-gga
[verse 3: prince ak]
sick with the pen i spit my lyrics in phlegm
they criticize my style i’m way better than them
money come in piles the fiends keep marching in
marijuana gas is hybrid in the tin
kept my foot on the gas knowing that i’ll ascend
and walk in a straight path i’m solid i don’t bend
i don’t snitch or pretend
let’s get rich, get it in
stay avoiding many men, send ya straight to the pen
cuz these dud out here telling, i’m hustling tryna win
the grind from within hand to hand on the slam
if the boys find my stash over there yo it’s mine
f-ck that life that be lying do the crime do the time

[verse 4: tru trilla]
can’t trust them
the whole hood could’ve touched him
if he wasn’t around us, man them dudes would’ve rushed him, in fact
the city never supported they actions
they said dust ’em, he try to play it off yeah bust him
them dudes with them stupid ass glasses you could headb-tt ’em and cut ’em
we here to clean up the clutter
like big mama, we love our great mother
you hate yourself but you love the wealth of others
material lovers
missed the inner beauty outside in this outter world
washed ashore like the pearl
its inside an oyster sh-ll
they hit and reveal
the wack earl off a pill
throw ’em off the world with they 360 deal, for real

- trilly trills

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