
Propane Prophet HANK TRILL
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[Intro]
Man fuck twelve always trying to get up in my business
Except I know deep down inside the fuckin Feds are scared of my ass
Talkin about Hank Trill we got a fuckin warrant for your arrest
Man shut the fuck up
How about I fuckin rest deez nuts on your forehead bitch
[Chorus]
Hey propane prophet sippin codeine I ain't coughin
Hey look at my profits
You gonna end up in a coffin
Hey break into your house yeah I drop in
Pullin out this AK ant then I get to poppin
Empty your pockets
I made a withdraw you made a deposit
[Verse 1]
I deposit bullets up into your stomach
I pull out this AK and I get to gunnin
I pull out this draco and you get to runnin
Bitch you're hell funny while I'm making money
I got cocain in my blood
Yeah I'm feeling it all of this money you know that I reel it in bitch
Im hank choppin it you know I'm Trillin it
These fellas weren't just the way I be peelin it
Boy you better run when you see me with a pole
I'll use your own fucking gun to shoot you in yo skull
Bitch I make this bread so my tummy always full
My chopper got some nuts so it stay hung like a bull
Man fuck twelve always trying to get up in my business
Except I know deep down inside the fuckin Feds are scared of my ass
Talkin about Hank Trill we got a fuckin warrant for your arrest
Man shut the fuck up
How about I fuckin rest deez nuts on your forehead bitch
[Chorus]
Hey propane prophet sippin codeine I ain't coughin
Hey look at my profits
You gonna end up in a coffin
Hey break into your house yeah I drop in
Pullin out this AK ant then I get to poppin
Empty your pockets
I made a withdraw you made a deposit
[Verse 1]
I deposit bullets up into your stomach
I pull out this AK and I get to gunnin
I pull out this draco and you get to runnin
Bitch you're hell funny while I'm making money
I got cocain in my blood
Yeah I'm feeling it all of this money you know that I reel it in bitch
Im hank choppin it you know I'm Trillin it
These fellas weren't just the way I be peelin it
Boy you better run when you see me with a pole
I'll use your own fucking gun to shoot you in yo skull
Bitch I make this bread so my tummy always full
My chopper got some nuts so it stay hung like a bull
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