UGK - Return lyrics
[UGK - Return lyrics]
It all started with a "Pimp C
Bitch so what the fuck is up?"
Told 'em something good
Ease up my muthafuckin cut
Cause if you don't really wanna
Fuck wit a trill nigga
From the trill villa wit a steel
Trigga land of the real killers
Pop Pop muthafucka there you go
I'm a bust em on yo ass 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
PA nigga, trill ass 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 bitch 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 ass niggas
Bitch
It's the return of the trill ass niggas uh
It's the return of the trill ass niggas
But you can't hear me
It's the return of the trill ass niggas bitch
Yea muthfuckas
I figured you run, I figured you run
When I pull
Triggas to guns, that triggas to guns PA 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 ass off somethin hot
Niggas steady catchin lead to the head
I never aim for the chest
Muthafuckas sportin bulletproof vests
So I guess, when I start blastin
Niggas start passin away
Dearly beloved, I had yo ass 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 bitch here's a switch
I might slang, bang then bail and burn
Scope mean now it's the return
Of the trill ass niggas
Bitch so what the fuck is up?"
Told 'em something good
Ease up my muthafuckin cut
Cause if you don't really wanna
Fuck wit a trill nigga
From the trill villa wit a steel
Trigga land of the real killers
Pop Pop muthafucka there you go
I'm a bust em on yo ass 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
PA nigga, trill ass 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 bitch 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 ass niggas
Bitch
It's the return of the trill ass niggas uh
It's the return of the trill ass niggas
But you can't hear me
It's the return of the trill ass niggas bitch
Yea muthfuckas
I figured you run, I figured you run
When I pull
Triggas to guns, that triggas to guns PA 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 ass off somethin hot
Niggas steady catchin lead to the head
I never aim for the chest
Muthafuckas sportin bulletproof vests
So I guess, when I start blastin
Niggas start passin away
Dearly beloved, I had yo ass 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 bitch here's a switch
I might slang, bang then bail and burn
Scope mean now it's the return
Of the trill ass niggas