Lookin For Somethin by Trillville Lyrics
[Intro: Don P]
Rah, I mean.. It's like..
I mean.. I'm close to be smoking
*Coughing*
Close to be drinking
Ain't nothing do
Yee
[Hook: Don P]
Smoking big no sticks no ciggs
Who am I to disagree?
Popping Crys and V.I.P
Everybody's lookin for somethin'
[Verse 1: Don P]
Don P checking in
Stepping out? Nah I'm stepping in
Went to the border bought some mexicans
They clean up my house every weekend
Shit I'm just a regular pedestrian
You still gotta stop when I'm crossing the street
I still gotta holler when I see me a freak
Shit, what so different about me?
Nothing, same old P
Live like saints, seven days a week
Been the same way ever since Zone 3
Play, eat, shit, sleep
Only difference now I got a bank account
A couple more zeros in my bank amount
Head to jamaica take a fly it out
Bombaclatt I'm jamaican now
Shrooooo, back to the A
Gun just smoke in my escalade
TrillTown Maffia is getting paid
I'm blessed, what more can I say?
So don't get confused with this rapping
Whoop a niggas ass, ain't talking 'bout Madden
I'm deep in the game and nigga you lame
"Don P you ain't shit!"
And what is your name?
[Hook: Don P]
Smoking big no sticks no ciggs
Who am I to disagree?
Popping Crys and V.I.P
Everybody's lookin for somethin'
[Verse 2: Lil Atlanta]
What?
I don't give a damn what you think about me
As long as you motherfucker think about me
I'mma do what I do, better understand me
[?]
Pocket full of money so I feel like the shit
Nigga we here, give a fuck who you with
You ain't gonna stand or respect my click?
You can't get mad if I fucked your bitch
Nigga better know that I'm a pimp
Gangs on my feet, so I walking with a limp
Love to get cheese, so I need a couple shrooms
It's always cool, but I rather eat a blunk
For them haters that be out here slum
I'm gonna load up and let the heat go
And I ain't lettin' up till your head get cold
Think I'mma let you beat me? NO!
Until you catch me in the trunk of a trunk
About to throw a party, because the money don't stop
Started with a nine, but I jamming my Glock
Real G hang around here in my block
So I kick it like a puerto rican
And I hit it like a porto rihan
And I'm living too good to let any motherfucker I done, mess up my shit
HEY!
[Hook: Don P]
Smoking big no sticks no ciggs
Who am I to disagree?
Popping Crys and V.I.P
Everybody's lookin for somethin'
Rah, I mean.. It's like..
I mean.. I'm close to be smoking
*Coughing*
Close to be drinking
Ain't nothing do
Yee
[Hook: Don P]
Smoking big no sticks no ciggs
Who am I to disagree?
Popping Crys and V.I.P
Everybody's lookin for somethin'
[Verse 1: Don P]
Don P checking in
Stepping out? Nah I'm stepping in
Went to the border bought some mexicans
They clean up my house every weekend
Shit I'm just a regular pedestrian
You still gotta stop when I'm crossing the street
I still gotta holler when I see me a freak
Shit, what so different about me?
Nothing, same old P
Live like saints, seven days a week
Been the same way ever since Zone 3
Play, eat, shit, sleep
Only difference now I got a bank account
A couple more zeros in my bank amount
Head to jamaica take a fly it out
Bombaclatt I'm jamaican now
Shrooooo, back to the A
Gun just smoke in my escalade
TrillTown Maffia is getting paid
I'm blessed, what more can I say?
So don't get confused with this rapping
Whoop a niggas ass, ain't talking 'bout Madden
I'm deep in the game and nigga you lame
"Don P you ain't shit!"
And what is your name?
[Hook: Don P]
Smoking big no sticks no ciggs
Who am I to disagree?
Popping Crys and V.I.P
Everybody's lookin for somethin'
[Verse 2: Lil Atlanta]
What?
I don't give a damn what you think about me
As long as you motherfucker think about me
I'mma do what I do, better understand me
[?]
Pocket full of money so I feel like the shit
Nigga we here, give a fuck who you with
You ain't gonna stand or respect my click?
You can't get mad if I fucked your bitch
Nigga better know that I'm a pimp
Gangs on my feet, so I walking with a limp
Love to get cheese, so I need a couple shrooms
It's always cool, but I rather eat a blunk
For them haters that be out here slum
I'm gonna load up and let the heat go
And I ain't lettin' up till your head get cold
Think I'mma let you beat me? NO!
Until you catch me in the trunk of a trunk
About to throw a party, because the money don't stop
Started with a nine, but I jamming my Glock
Real G hang around here in my block
So I kick it like a puerto rican
And I hit it like a porto rihan
And I'm living too good to let any motherfucker I done, mess up my shit
HEY!
[Hook: Don P]
Smoking big no sticks no ciggs
Who am I to disagree?
Popping Crys and V.I.P
Everybody's lookin for somethin'