Lyrics:
to take me
But you ain't slip, sayin' what's up Mix?
Boy I'm hip to your tricks
I'm the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
Yeah ain't no reason to bet ya
'Cause
Trick-Trick Bag
Irresistible walk, irresistible talk
Irresistible, hands on it
Loving on the weekends, loving on the weekdays too
Oh, I can tell by
when I dream I'm not lonely
Who's Your Daddy?
Chain up the beast
They gave me a job so he could never get out and so the beast sits there
Dreaming
put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
[Trick Daddy]
Look, I'm slippin right behind
sublime
Tricks, tricks, tricks
Ain't lookin' for no hills (pow)
The mountains give me the best chill
A slope out here to give me the views (uh)
Out here
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
[Hook: Trick Daddy]
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Got to come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
Trick Daddy Dollaz
Eightball, Trey Songz
We high
Good evening ladies and gentleman
This is you're captain speakin' to ya
I'd like to welcome
the room at the crib
Bitch I want all the smoke
Like the engine blew out
And I lifted the hood to my whip
Bitch I want all the smoke
Like the blunt getting
Light up (Light up)
Light up (Light up)
She call me Daddy Messiah (Siah)
Wiser than Budweiser (Weiser)
I got the drugs, Supply ya (Smoke)
Hotter than
I keep looking over my shoulder, peeping around corners
My mind's playing tricks on me
Day by day its more impossible to cope
Daddy X smokin off
no saint either I feel that I'm even doing wrong by using this chorus to get through this song
[Chorus: x2]
[Trick Daddy]
You know y'all going
We having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point)
It's all about that see's in yo
Fabian Yariel
Yo lo conoci en la bodega
Con su fade
Yo puse mis munchies on the counter
And he paid
Type to flash his watches
And smoke you out
All the smoke we want all the smoke
Free smoke bring it to ya front door
Like Malcolm X I'm peeping out the window
No joke nigga we want all
hurt
Even though the sun ain't out you
Refuse to take ya shades off
You starin' at the tombstone
Wishin' you could rip the fuckin' name off
Me? I know
down lake street tryin' to get his scene on
Stop in the whip to say somethin' out the window
Bobbin' his head to the beat on the radio
Good daddy wont
you died (You died)
I'm in a daze when I'm off the haze, hit it like a boxer (Like a boxer)
Blowing the smoke out the window screaming fuck 12, ain't
(Trick Daddy inhaling)
Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here
[Mystikal:]
I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke
Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties
And I ain't even got to say my name
I got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick
your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel
wilin nigga
I'm twice that body nigga
About 100 miles an hour nigga
Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
Yung Wun, Yung Wun
Yo, Ball Out
Give it up, give it
bitch
(That's my thug bitch, thug bitch)
Let's smoke, get high, unload the pistol
And do a drive-by she's crazy
(That's my thug bitch, thug bitch)
How she
go and smoke
Smoke, let's go and smoke
Put the piece together, puff puff, pass
And all I do ask
That you stroll right by my side
Only truth and never
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