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 Rate Return Lyrics
Artist : Ugk
Song : Return
(Pimp C)
It all started with a Pimp C, bit*h
So what the f**k is up
Told em somethin good
Ease up my muthaf**kin cut
Cause if you don't really wanna f**k wit a trill
nigga
From the trill villa wit a steel trigga land of
the real killers
Pop Pop muthaf**ka there you go
I'ma bust em on yo as* if you don't ease up off
me ho
Cause trill niggas don't carry no sugar in they
nutsac
Just big fat balls and a trigga in they backpack
So you gon give me my money, but you don't hear
me though
But I bet you hear me when I fill you with
bulletholes
P.A. nigga, trill as* nigga,
How you figga you can buck me down nigga?
Mr. big man, Mr. big time, give me what's mine
Instead of buying cars for a bit*h named sunshine
Give me what's mine, give me what's mine
before it come down to triggas
Shit, it's the return of the trill as* niggas
Bit*h
It's the return of the trill as* niggas
Uh
It's the return of the trill as* niggas
But you can't hear me
It's the return of the trill as* niggas bit*h
(Bun B)
Yea muthf**kas
I figured you run, I figured you run, when I pull
Triggas to guns, that triggas to guns P.A. fool
A nigga named Bun, a nigga named Bun, no more
sun, no more shine
Say hello to the nine milly (Buck!) millameter
(Buck! Buck!)
Money tight glock, bustin them shots
when I break yo as* off somethin hot
Niggas steady catchin lead to the head, I never
aim for the chest
Muthaf**kas sportin bulletproof vests
So I guess, when I start blastin, niggas start
passin away
Dearly beloved, I had yo as* gathered today
So I can lay you hoes in a line, draw you to a
square
Put them hands on yo ass, and bail on out
Pass the pen, Pimp C and Bird, I take the blunt
Now surprise, surprise
I'm gettin chinese eyes
In this bit*h here's a switch
I might slang, bang then bail and burn
Scope mean now its the return of the trill as*
niggas
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