Trevor an' Them Lyrics
| Song | Trevor an' Them |
| Artist | Murs |
| Album | Murs 3:16: The 9th Edition |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Douthit, Murs ... | |
| Now there's one in hood off Picko or some ************t | |
| Through the years its been the center for alotta dumb ************t | |
| Lemme tell you about this one trip to the store | |
| Where the early mornin' tints sometime 'round four | |
| I was standing by the magazines readin' a Maxim | |
| When I heard a familiar voice to the the counter dude and ask him | |
| To empty out the register (Naw that can't be Trevor) | |
| Excuse me, Tiny T-Bone from the neighborhood gang | |
| Who if his head wasn't screwed on he would lose his brain | |
| He was with two other dudes, I don't remember their names | |
| I thought great, it was time for me to shake | |
| But as I headed to the door I heard a voice say (Wait) | |
| When I turned around, he recognized me and I knew it | |
| I was about to leave, that's when that ****** blew it | |
| He lifted up his mask and said (Hey Murs it's me Trevor) | |
| I said "You dumb mother****** do you use your brain, ever?" | |
| Nevermind, I turned around gave a deuce | |
| walkin' to the car feelin like Q in Juice | |
| Remember when he wouldn't barb Liz and let him loose? | |
| Anyway here comes this ****** running, big bag of money | |
| He hoped in ride, I said "You Goddamn dummy | |
| They Got Yo Ass on Tape" (But they didn't see my face) | |
| "Well they got my car and my ****** license plate | |
| Man get the ****** gone" (Murs why you gotta hate) | |
| "Hate nor love got ************t to do with this | |
| You better run for the fives come through this ************ | |
| You know you got to strikes, you better use them new Nikes | |
| To dodge all them blue lights" He looked and said (You right) | |
| Then he bolted up the street | |
| once he left my slight I gave a sigh of relief | |
| But that was right before I peeped, this dumb mother****** | |
| left the bag full of money sitting right there on my passenger seat |
| zuo ci : Carter, Douthit, Murs ... | |
| Now there' s one in hood off Picko or some t | |
| Through the years its been the center for alotta dumb t | |
| Lemme tell you about this one trip to the store | |
| Where the early mornin' tints sometime ' round four | |
| I was standing by the magazines readin' a Maxim | |
| When I heard a familiar voice to the the counter dude and ask him | |
| To empty out the register Naw that can' t be Trevor | |
| Excuse me, Tiny TBone from the neighborhood gang | |
| Who if his head wasn' t screwed on he would lose his brain | |
| He was with two other dudes, I don' t remember their names | |
| I thought great, it was time for me to shake | |
| But as I headed to the door I heard a voice say Wait | |
| When I turned around, he recognized me and I knew it | |
| I was about to leave, that' s when that blew it | |
| He lifted up his mask and said Hey Murs it' s me Trevor | |
| I said " You dumb mother do you use your brain, ever?" | |
| Nevermind, I turned around gave a deuce | |
| walkin' to the car feelin like Q in Juice | |
| Remember when he wouldn' t barb Liz and let him loose? | |
| Anyway here comes this running, big bag of money | |
| He hoped in ride, I said " You Goddamn dummy | |
| They Got Yo Ass on Tape" But they didn' t see my face | |
| " Well they got my car and my license plate | |
| Man get the gone" Murs why you gotta hate | |
| " Hate nor love got t to do with this | |
| You better run for the fives come through this | |
| You know you got to strikes, you better use them new Nikes | |
| To dodge all them blue lights" He looked and said You right | |
| Then he bolted up the street | |
| once he left my slight I gave a sigh of relief | |
| But that was right before I peeped, this dumb mother | |
| left the bag full of money sitting right there on my passenger seat |
| zuò cí : Carter, Douthit, Murs ... | |
| Now there' s one in hood off Picko or some t | |
| Through the years its been the center for alotta dumb t | |
| Lemme tell you about this one trip to the store | |
| Where the early mornin' tints sometime ' round four | |
| I was standing by the magazines readin' a Maxim | |
| When I heard a familiar voice to the the counter dude and ask him | |
| To empty out the register Naw that can' t be Trevor | |
| Excuse me, Tiny TBone from the neighborhood gang | |
| Who if his head wasn' t screwed on he would lose his brain | |
| He was with two other dudes, I don' t remember their names | |
| I thought great, it was time for me to shake | |
| But as I headed to the door I heard a voice say Wait | |
| When I turned around, he recognized me and I knew it | |
| I was about to leave, that' s when that blew it | |
| He lifted up his mask and said Hey Murs it' s me Trevor | |
| I said " You dumb mother do you use your brain, ever?" | |
| Nevermind, I turned around gave a deuce | |
| walkin' to the car feelin like Q in Juice | |
| Remember when he wouldn' t barb Liz and let him loose? | |
| Anyway here comes this running, big bag of money | |
| He hoped in ride, I said " You Goddamn dummy | |
| They Got Yo Ass on Tape" But they didn' t see my face | |
| " Well they got my car and my license plate | |
| Man get the gone" Murs why you gotta hate | |
| " Hate nor love got t to do with this | |
| You better run for the fives come through this | |
| You know you got to strikes, you better use them new Nikes | |
| To dodge all them blue lights" He looked and said You right | |
| Then he bolted up the street | |
| once he left my slight I gave a sigh of relief | |
| But that was right before I peeped, this dumb mother | |
| left the bag full of money sitting right there on my passenger seat |
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