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Song title: Bun B - Trillionaire (feat. T-Pain)

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[Intro: T-Pain]
I know they hatinâ€™ on me â€™cause Iâ€™m the man
Iâ€™m too trill homey, I donâ€™t give a damn
Iâ€™m a self made, Trillionaire
Iâ€™m a self made, Trillionaire
From the underground to the top, I came from the bottom
Trill niggas donâ€™t stop, man Iâ€™m goinâ€™ harder
Self made, Trillionaire
Iâ€™m a self made, Trillionaire.

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Okay, letâ€™s get this shit crackalatinâ€™ no more procrastinatinâ€™
They told me Bun donâ€™t hesitate, donâ€™t keep these bastards waitinâ€™
Iâ€™m puttinâ€™ egos at check & Iâ€™m so emasculatinâ€™
People stop to stare & say "Damn this niggaâ€™s fascinatinâ€™"
We blowinâ€™ â€™dro up in the air. You see it? Thatâ€™s the fragrance
I got the focus, got the heart & I got the patience
You hatinâ€™ bitch, get off my dick, look like you on some gay shit
Iâ€™m tryinâ€™ to take this to the mountain top, Appalachian
But itâ€™s a rocky road & Iâ€™m still movinâ€™ up
And ainâ€™t no movinâ€™ us, so keep it pushinâ€™ get to movinâ€™ bro (for real)
You might be new to me but you know I ainâ€™t new to ya
Go ask the white boys, they say heâ€™s totally tubular (dude)
Fuckinâ€™ bad bitches, rub my dick against their uvula
Everytime I hit the streets, itâ€™s like a fuckinâ€™ movie bro (damn)
You know what I do to ya, send gladiators through to ya
They gonâ€™ leave ya chopped up, like they was DJ Screwinâ€™ ya, hold up.

[T-Pain:]
Yeah, I know they hatinâ€™ on me â€™cause Iâ€™m the man
Iâ€™m too trill homey, I donâ€™t give a damn
Iâ€™m a self made, Trillionaire
Iâ€™m a self made, Trillionaire

From the underground to the top, I came from the bottom
Trill niggas donâ€™t stop, man Iâ€™m goinâ€™ harder
Self made, Trillionaire
Iâ€™m a self made, Trillionaire.

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Okay, letâ€™s get this shit poppinâ€™ off, from the go know Iâ€™m a boss
I donâ€™t fuck with lames & do my dirt nigga without a loss
I keep it pimpinâ€™ fly ass hoes come in & out the loft
When you get fettuccine, you donâ€™t need alot of sauce
I getâ€™s my Gucci on, my baby likes alot of Prada
She go & shop until she drop, she know Don Dada got her
But she not shotgun in the slab, oh no I got a shotter
He keep that shotgun in the slab & roll without a nada
He keep his eyes wide open, heâ€™s a hater spotter
And when they roll up on me wrong, then heâ€™s a hater dropper
And he donâ€™t mess around when niggas try to play Big Papa
He keep it gangsta nigga, he go gone & sprayed the chopper
â€™Cause I donâ€™t roll with fake people & I never will
I represents the G code to the led steel
Donâ€™t make me have to draw down when that Beretta peel
Then you gonâ€™ understand that Bun B is forever trill, hold up.

[T-Pain:]
Yeah, I know they hatinâ€™ on me â€™cause Iâ€™m the man
Iâ€™m too trill homey, I donâ€™t give a damn
Iâ€™m a self made, Trillionaire
Iâ€™m a self made, Trillionaire.

From the underground to the top, I came from the bottom
Trill niggas don't stop, man Iâ€™m goinâ€™ harder
Self made, Trillionaire
Iâ€™m a self made... Girl, do you swear to keep in gangsta?

[Verse 3: Bun B (T-Pain)]
Gangsta than a muthafucker, trill until I D I E, fuck these other suckers.
(Whatâ€™s your message to the fakers?)
They throwinâ€™ rocks & hidinâ€™ hands.
It donâ€™t really matter, this the dirty South, we ridinâ€™ man.
(How long you been up on that trill shit?)
Since the day they made me & from a baby.
Until today they never played me.
(Well, throw your hands up)
From P.A.T. to your town, ainâ€™t no need to slow down
Baby boy, itâ€™s about to go down.

From the underground to the top, I came from the bottom
Trill niggas donâ€™t stop, man Iâ€™m goinâ€™ harder
Self made, Trillionaire
Iâ€™m a self made, Trillionaire.