Lyrics:
showing, way the shits goin', so now we Range Rov'in'
With the waves blowing, stay holding, bitches in the back whispering
Now I'm listening
Bitch, this
I didn't all the time I beat that ass down
Now I'm in another town, nothin' like Uptown
So while I'm layin' big bad by a hoe
You know some o'l
I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthafuckin' balls
By the one in the chamber of the Glock I got in my draws
I got my cap to the side, watchin'
Drive too fast might end up wrecking the whip
And I'm connected in these streets
West side nigga that's where I be
Know how many people try to get by me?
sirens, tryna, play these tricks on me (these tricks on me)
but my heart is an ice box bet I'm gone play these tricks on me
I can see it in your eyes, wow
be distracted by these lames & these fools
Trying to go viral & so you google me too
GANG
Bitch I'm a vibe that give you chills too
Look in my eyes so
ain got time to waste, wont let no demon trick me out my spot
Might fall, but i was saved by grace
Im aiming for the top
Tryna tell them that im nothin'
you can make that ass do tricks
Wooo!
[Verse 3, R. Kelly]
I'm, too cool in a GT coupe
In the mid-night blue
With the magic chrome
I'm up in the club
find some friends, we´ll find another trick
Step outside in the middle of the street
We’ll not die trying!
By: David Enrique Espitia Alfaro
Copyright ©
the cost
In this dog eat dog world
Gotta get your cash up
Money make the world turn
More paper
The green
The cream
The cheese
The cake
Gotta be clean
I'm
now or never
She said never what she choose
All these faces in the crowd
Now none of them are you
Do you ever wonder
If I'm out here lookin too
We
his dick, as soon as she meet him
Don't have to sell a body for me I don't need her
To turn tricks for me, how much you cost bitch?
I'm all about
like me
Never wanted love
Just a fancy car
Now I'm waiting by the phone
Like I'm sitting in an airport bar
You had some tricks up your sleeve
the cards go
It's not about just being out with all our people
'Cause we can get in trouble just by going free throw
And now I'm letting you know and now
Low but not non-existent
Religiously in his midst and shit
And I'm close but not contradicting
Whatever trick she's got in her bag
And I'm holding
a trick, huh
I'm the type of nigga, lose my mind in it, bitch
She throw that ass on a nigga, I'ma make her hit a trick, go
Oh, I like that
Throw that ass,
I'm on
(Huh)
Lyrics By : WZA
Cut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces
Now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't compensate for real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly
Hair off the streets
You
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
Don't think I'm in love with that ho doing tricks (tricks)
When I'ma fuck on that bitch
That bitch cost a bag, put a switch on that bitch(bitch)
a trick
Pre -
I just wanna see you in your prime
I just wanna get you in your vibe
I just wanna fuck you all the time
I just wanna
Hook -
Make
(dig me?)
I'm well connected ghetto accepted, very respected
These ignorant motherfuckers measure you by your necklace (damn)
Fuck what's in your
to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
We
your name and face
On the day you are judged by the funhouse cast
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky, like, "None shall
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