Lyrics to U Ain't Trill
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You hear 'em talking, yeah I hear 'em laugh
To the public they look foggy, but not often make 'em see it now
Talk about the real shit that they're doing [?] shit so fabricated
Niggas ain't living what they speak about?
[?] I mean faker than [?]
Cartoon work as nigga, but I stick to a [?]
How you got all the bitches, and they're all around us
Never smoke [?] and say you blow a pound up
[?] I can't deal with that
[?] and do a true shit, yeah!
Torn up that piece of rock
While I tip a stripper, I know how I'm gonna killa ya, mother fucker!

[Chorus:]
You say you're real, who told you that?
A liar [?] that ass up, you know [?]
You like that, you like that?
I'm on a club posting where the real nigga's at
Money and strippers, money and strippers
Money and strippers, money and strippers
How [?] you niggas ain't real
Money and strippers, money and strippers
Money and strippers, money and strippers
How [?] you niggas ain't real

Everybody real, and everybody [?]
Crap baby, niggas, need to get a [?]
[?] money can't save you
It's bitching your blood, niggas how you [?]
OMG is [?] Cush, under [?] go DJ!
You niggas is all pussy, you niggas is all lame,
[?] a disgrace to the game.
How you go [?] without your [?]
[?] you to make the moves, and I don't understand
You niggas ain't real!

[Chorus:]
You say you're real, who told you that?
A liar [?] that ass up, you know [?]
You like that, you like that?
I'm on a club posting where the real nigga's at
Money and strippers, money and strippers
Money and strippers, money and strippers
How [?] you niggas ain't real
Money and strippers, money and strippers
Money and strippers, money and strippers
How [?] you niggas ain't real

Party people in the place, let's make no mistake
This is the history of [?] that I put on the tape
It's for my niggas who been screaming they need G shit
So I [?] with the same [?]
It ain't no future in that bullshit you'd be running [?]
With me back at it, nigga it's real lies and the shit was [?]
[?] I didn't see 'em come
You all scared of busters mother fucker, give me the gun
How the fuck you claim you're real, when you ain't [?]
Up on the introduction I smell pussy out the box
And it don't matter how much money homie you say you got!
A nigga slay down on your ass again [?]
And you can miss me with that [?]
I got old niggas, they got more niggas
[?] where I'm from, nigga?
[?] you say the wrong word, thinking you can try [?]
Niggas claim blood, but they ain't seen [?]
They ain't [?] they ain't seen [?]
Where is five dudes, it was six [?]
Real shit, get no real [?] fuck out of here, nigga!
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