Neva Eva lyrics

Artist  : Trillville 
Song : Neva Eva



 Send "Neva Eva" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [Intro: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

(What, ugh)

Get on my level ho (What!)

Get on my level ho (You can't!)

Get on my level ho (You can't!)

Get on my level ho (What!)

Get on my level ho (It's Trillville ho!)

Get on my level ho (Lil' Scrappy ho!)

Get on my level ho (It's BME ho!)

Get on my level ho (Let's gooo!)



["Get on my level ho" repeated in background
throughout song]



[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva

Eva eva, eva eva eva eva

Get on my level ho (What!)

Get on my level ho (What!)

Get on my level ho (What!)

Get on my level ho (What!)



[Dirty Mouth]

Get the fuck back, get the fuck up out my
way

I ain't playin' nann day

Pussy nigga whatcha say

Meet me anywhere, I don't care it don't matter to
me

Cause if ya fuckin' step, I'ma step in yo
vicinity

What, you think I'm a ho nigga please you ain't
on my level

Get some rank bitch while I'm diggin' ya grave
with a shovel

Time after time I ask myself is it really
clever

For you to get with me, bitch nigga you can neva
eva

Rank on my level, I'm pushin Chevrolet pedal

If you niggas fuck with me I got that chrome,
heavy metal

Never settle for less but always strive for the
best

Most these niggas playin chief'll put ya straight
to the test



[Hook x2]



[Don Peezy]

My Benz, looka at my 'Ac

Look at my Navi' and my 'Lac

Get on my level, hell nah neva that

I knew you wasn't real cause all ya do is
chit-chat

Always slizzle makin' sho' I stay gone

Call us some broad to the Geor-Georgia Dome

Tryin' to get with me is like naps through a
comb

They call me Don P AKA Corlio

Up in the club with my Cartier's on

Don't know if I'm high, drunk, or gettin' my roll
on

He on the cell "Can ya hear me" hell nah

Get on my level, that's what I'm tryin' to tell
y'all

For real



[Hook x2]



[LA]

LA off in this thang, get up on my level ho

Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva hang

Bitch nigga step the fuck back and if ya think
I'm jokin'

Aks them niggas that tried to play us, see em'
lyin' off in that coffin

Trillville, ATL swangin' swangin' throwin'
bows

Got some niggas that be hatin' bustin' slugs at
my foes

If ya thinkin' you can fuck with a nigga like
me

Nah nigga get rich, Trillville and BME

What the fuck you talkin' about "What you deep"
nigga what!

If a hater wanna hate then a hater gettin'
bust

We ain't hard to find nigga so why ya steadily
talkin' shit

I'm fixin' to sick my dogs ho

Pussy nigga, get big nigga ho



[Lil' Scrappy]

Get crunk out ya brains when I spit this
verse

I'm a blood suckin' vampire, my venom is
worse

Head bustas deal with dangerous thirsts

Shatter ya bones in ya chest and make ya
motherfuckin' heart burst

Don't worry now, best of the South on the
map

Knock yo thoughts out and leave yo brains on ya
lap

Don't touch my Kango shorty, what's wrong with
you

I might drop my fist back and knock yo grill
through



[Hook x2]



[Lil Jon x8]

Run around the motherfuckin' club




[Thanks to Lil_Atl_Dyme4u@blackplanet.com,
gstoudemire@msn.com for correcting these
lyrics]