Correction Lyrics Mo Trill by Bun B

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Cory Mo (Whoop!)
Ayy! Ladies and gentlemen! (Uh)
Phizzle (Phizzle, Phizzle)
Phizzle introducin'... (Whoop!) Bun! (Whoa!)
Mo Trill, on God! (Whoop, whoop, whoo!)

'Cause I'm way mo' trill today than I was yesterday (Ooh, Lord!)
I keep it true and I'm real, okay? They can't take that away
I been all around the world, representin' my city
And I came right back in a slab (Skrr!)
I got too much wood; [?]
I'm swingin' fo's with the diamond in the back (Ooh, Lord!)

Hol' up! They tellin' me the game is callin' me
So I gotta keep it pushin' when them haters stallin' me
Boys was talkin' down then they tried blackballin' me
But I ain't need you n***as for nothin' 'cause it's all in me
Now, God gave me everything that I would еver need
That's why I'm on top and the block, I forevеr bleed
I'm movin' at a better speed than I used to be in
I ain't goin' nowhere so y'all better get used to me
(Y'all better get used to me)
'Cause what I'm bringin', can't nobody match it
And I put some fire on it; can't nobody catch it
We do it for the ratchets, them boys on the block
And the nine-to-five blue collar workers punchin' the clock
(Punchin' the clock)
And now the trill OG done hooked up with Cory Mo
'Cause when it come to makin' trill music, Cory know
We grippin' wood grain wheel and [?] ladies on the grill
So, Jazze, tell 'em what's the deal
'Cause I'm way mo' trill today than I was yesterday (Ooh, Lord!)
I keep it true and I'm real, okay? They can't take that away
I been all around the world, representin' my city
And I came right back in a slab (Skrr!)
I got too much wood; [?]
I'm swingin' fo's with the diamond in the back (Ooh, Lord!)
(Lil' Keke in the buildin'! Let's go, n***a!)

Hot as a skillet, the trillest I ever been
Stackin' paper, crushin' haters, and watchin' my [?]
Then I work grains superiorly
I'm all around the world, talkin' sh*t and they feelin' me
Them Texas n***as crazy; they do it so differently
Crawlin' through our swag, drippin' blue but it's Tiffany
The diamond in the back, grab the wheel with my float hand
Candy red, white inside—b*t*h, this a coke hand
Hazards blinkin', leather sinkin'—guess who's in charge (Charge)
The summer on the way; I'ma dress the garage (I swear)
Do it large! H-Town [?] the Screw
way triller than you; what it do?
A legend when it come to the [?]
King when I'm servin' the track—that's a fact
in my best suede, (Wait) makin' my best play (Play)
Got more wood than a church; have a blessed day
'Cause I'm way mo' trill today than I was yesterday (Ooh, Lord!)
I keep it true and I'm real, okay? They can't take that away
I been all around the world, representin' my city
And I came right back in a slab (Skrr!)
I got too much wood; [?]
I'm swingin' fo's with the diamond in the back (Ooh, Lord!)

Too trill, Thugger too true and real (True, real)
That's how I live; anybody know me know what it is (Is)
Been givin' boys the biz, reppin' Texas worldwide
Every day, I'm outside, throwin' up that Northside (Northside)
Never stopped; every year, somethin' trill drop (Huh)
Somethin' new out the lot, some mo' [?]
Still ridin' big Caddy like a sugar daddy (Sugar daddy)
They thought they had me till I came back; it ended badly (Damn)
Funeral line comin' down, whole meal baby (Whole meal baby)
Everything clean 'cause I'm mo' trill, baby (Mo' trill, baby)
I know they hate me 'cause I won't fall off (Nah)
They okay but no, y'all ain't triller than the boss

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