Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Z-Ro
Z-Ro
Vocals
Caleb Speir
Caleb Speir
Bass Guitar
Bun B
Bun B
Vocals
Joshua Lopez
Joshua Lopez
Guitar
Pimp C
Pimp C
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Butler
Chad Butler
Songwriter
Bernard James Freeman
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
Joseph Howard Jr.
Joseph Howard Jr.
Songwriter
Brian Jackson
Brian Jackson
Songwriter
Joseph McVey
Joseph McVey
Songwriter
John Okuribido
John Okuribido
Songwriter
D Fekaris
D Fekaris
Songwriter
N. Zesses
N. Zesses
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Bido
John Bido
Producer
Yung Fyngas
Yung Fyngas
Producer
Joe Traxx
Joe Traxx
Producer
Doug Fenske
Doug Fenske
Assistant Engineer
N.O. Joe
N.O. Joe
Mixing Engineer
Bob Brown
Bob Brown
Mixing Engineer
Bun B
Bun B
Executive Producer
Cory Mo
Cory Mo
Recording Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
J. Prince
J. Prince
Executive Producer
Mike Moe
Mike Moe
Recording Engineer
Phillip Ramos
Phillip Ramos
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Pimp C
Pimp C
Executive Producer

Tekst Utworu

I pack that nine every time and I ain't trying dying Pussy nigga I pack that nine every time and I ain't trying dying I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die Pussy nigga, thinking you gon' kill me I got some'ing for your ass, nigga you gon' feel me I'ma blow you out the wate, with the 2-23 Putting dick up in your daughter, rap is over I serve some cheese Nigga talking 'bout robbing Chad Run up on me with that first will leave you stinking in the grass If you're Cathlic go to mass, if you're Baptist go to church See a hoe up in a nigga, gon' pull up a skirt That'll be some incredible shit Niggaz scheming on my bezel, on some devilish shit I been to hell and back, on another level you bitch Go on try it I'm going live, they gon' need a shovel for you bitch I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I been stabbed I been shot, went from no fans to being hot But somehow always fall short, for trying to keep fiddles in my pot In a doggy dog world, y'all fellas be chasing girls When I place myself in history, too hot for a ladder to catch me But I can't help but to notice, I'm one of the coldest And I know y'all haters love when I'm locked up, but I won't lose focus Yeah I wrote this counting down, how many days I got So lately my gun ain't been hid, it's been displayed a lot My attitude is fucked up, I don't give a fuck 'cause I just don't give one Thinking 'bout living a life where everything You do right is wrong, mo'fucker I live one I know niggaz wanna kill me but I'm still riding pride 'Cause the Lord riding with me and that's the main reason why I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die Some niggaz win and some niggaz lose Some niggaz getting bruised, some always crying the blues Some niggaz already lost and ain't gon' lose no mo' Big shoes, hoe choose, ain't paying dues no mo' Everything y'all trying to do, I built a school hoe Now it's fly to talk country, I made the rules hoe I was sagging in my khaki's 'fore Dickie's was cool Gangsta Nike's on my feet, our music banging in the streets The young B.G.'s, really love to fuck Fuck radio and BET, I'm out here bumping in the trunk For the girls popping pussy and the boys with the blow Cadillac'ers and flat-backers, I'm out here ripping for it hoe I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die Can't any man, boy or woman take away my soul It's a gift given from God and I'm keeping a tight hold The world is ugly and cold, trying to make me the same But I'ma keep it one hundred, when it come to the game Tame attitude, they get the wolves to grouping up They laying boys down, they future they scooping up We keep it click tight, so when niggaz start lurking In the dark heaters start, anybody start jerking Put my work in on the reg', the powder in the keg A dragging society, don't borrow don't beg For tomorrow so gon' 'head with your pity, I'ma be cool Kindergarteners was looking up to me in pre-school Down with Pimp C fool and P A T the town Representing it to the fullest, till I'm gone I hold it down Bun Beater, would never sell you no lie So if you ask for the truth, I'ma reply to trill niggaz don't die
Writer(s): Dino Fekaris, Nick Zesses, Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, John Okuribido, Joseph Jr. Howard, Brian Mitchell Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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