Lyrics:
slipping by the police
Everybody tryna get so lean
They creep up like a nosebleed
I can be a one trick pony
But I woke up from a bad dream
Boy tried, don't
just a gift (what's your name?)
Too Short baby, don't need to trick
I give her what she want cause I'm a real player
Platinum after platinum, ask me
Friday I'd had to slap the [ho]
The [bitch] got knocked up by Roscoe, and said that I'm the poppa though
In this game they got a name for this chick, who
paid, I'll show you what a trick do
So you wanna be a freak, then throw that back
Look me in my eyes, tell me how you love that
Stick around, I'll show
In return...
Played your--
--Trick on me
Played your--
--Trick on me
Played your--
--Trick on me
Played your--
--Trick on me
You made my
I can’t control them
They’re all over
When I chill then they get colder
Like a bolder
Inside of my corpus callosum
Now I’m older
And they’re closer
single day inside
The choices that make up my life
It keeps me terrified
It gets so
hard to find the time
When I know
I'm blinded by the masquerade
So hop
towards your mouth in it and then you may clean yourself
If you can't see the trick by now, then tag, you're it, but since you're 25... hold up, let's just
please
Make sure on Halloween
That you light up your pumpkin please
Mask On when you Trick or Treat
If you asking for some candy please
I ride around in
hands tied
If I left you to decide
How I'm supposed to feel all time and what thoughts I should hide
The tricks I try to play myself
The tricks
the civic cant ride with me in the bentley I really was trippin
Falling for these broke bitches swear my mind playing tricks on me
They showed me fake love
city
Miami, Listennn
[Trick Daddy]
I'm well-connected, well-respected fo' gangsta shit
I'm from the city of Caprices and Impalas bitch
Yo I'm from
like bye you
If I hit a bitch twice and she see me out in public tryna speak Ima walk right by you
Imma head down to Texas fore a nigga hit Houston, imma
Driven by mist and fog
Look what I have become
Someone has returned my soul
in this empty corpse
This is what I am
What I have become
I am flesh
blissing with TNT, hol’up fun
I’m not a killer B, you gotta kidding me, gonna be mainstreaming, roll up son
Crafting by glittery, show my maturity, askin’
mobbin
Make a bitch
Take a trip
Set up tricks and we rob 'em
Aaaaaaaaayye
I fell in love with this money and Violence
Aaaaaaaaayye
Strap by my side, who
gonna shit
Painting them pictures
Given em tricks
Just like I'm Magic
Givin em havoc
Everything nice I gotta have it
Every bitch bad guess it's a habit
born in a hole, now I'm in control
(Yo, yo)
Bank boy deep is the way we roll
(We roll)
I'm mackin' for the punks
Talkin' the junk on the tracks
Verse 1:
A day like any other, a day to dodge the reaper
The moment of the riders, I take my board, I'm not a faker
Trick by trick, brick by brick I
wantin' a trip
An I got some rhymes, you willin' to spit
I roll wit people who stayin' legit
Cause I remember back, I was left in a pit
An that I'm so cold,
when i'm in goth castles.
paint myself into a coroner's office.
cut and paste take flight. avatar condore.
the patented patron saint john's wort.
making
up
Don’t give a fuck about no trick so I’m just gon’ get my bread up
Uh, yeah, I’m fed up
Don’t go try and spout the rules when you know that you ain’t
your eyes no physical side
No might wit a dame no might get brain fuck iceded chains
I'm still Shining cuz the bars hotter than the climate in Florida
The trigga gots no heart (the trigga a trigga)
The trigga gots no heart (the trigga a trigga)
I'm sick up in this game
I'll take no secondary
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