Lyrics:
trick on no hoes
This the code, we live by the code
Why you hard on your niggas but you soft on a ho?
I'm a ho, I know I'm a ho (I am)
I'ma go, you
the tric on my Cable tho
She doing tricks fantastic four
Gold on my body call me Labrador
Chasin the bull in my drink matador
Spanish shawty she from El
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
burn baby burn
Army strategic and I pledge allegiance to the twelve gauge mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leatherface got a big gun in your face
Nigga see a bitch making moves
Now they all on my bumpers though
Everybody wanna get on board now
Yall be pressed by lil shit, but bitch I'm bored
Cause imma get it my songs in the vault like running plays
The way you act is stupid
Couldn’t get struck by love even if there was a Cupid aye
And girl
line
I don't wanna fall in love no more
Ohh after all, your Dad ain't Superman
And I'm not a fan
Of any little thing inside your bag of tricks
You always
And telling me tricks are for kids
That might be what they think it is
And all these cars I'm lingering
And all these things my fingers in
Trying to hold me
he at the Super bowl out in Atlanta
Drive by, they shot my nigga in his head
Damn near killed him he could barely feel his legs
Damn, man that shit hit
directed by Spike Lee
Ain't got no codeine in my cup
I guess we 'bout to blow trees (huh, woah woah)
No limit like Master P
When I jump on a track, it's
up in there
You know what I'm saying?
Yo Tu', you sound fuller than 'em bust it
Ayo leave me the fuck alone
You gets none of this it's suicidal
You
hair down I wanna kiss you
Dim the lights
It's getting hot in here girl I'm mood
Dim the lights
Ooh Lay ya body down I wanna film you
Dim the lights
Girl
this shit is so infinite
I gotta make em remember dis
I gotta dive in that shit by the face
& jus swim in it
Switched up on em
Nah I'm chillin wit
a call when I'm home
I'm out there all alone
I'm out there on my own
By choice, of course, I'm still up in the zone
This world so cold
And I've lended all
tender dicks
A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam by the back
It's 12.30 AM, Christmas Eve
I'm out with the gangstas and thieves
Celebratin', postin' up with eggnog [head up up] in my cup
[Put Rudolph
Hey now relax, I’m comin in ruthless
Hit em w attacks, on my Kung fu shit
Out in New York, screaming on my woo shit
Hit em in the face, ya I hit
flows hit ya hard like a brick did it,
I'm quick witted, I spit wicked, I kick kick it,
Like a ball pon the mics yeah I do tricks with it,
I dip dip it in
you no if you asked
That don't mean I'm gonna be your trick and spend all my cash
On your ass, but we can chill and do it right
But that husband
call me Vegas
I just... WANT A... BAD BITCH
To make me grits
Wrist so lit
Windows down gotta bump that nip
Other guys do it by not like this... trick ahh
Feeling da buzz (uh huh)
Party in clubs (V.I.P)
You know da vibes (right)
Got to her door (wassup ma)
She gave a tour (Ooooo)
Oh I adore pimpin’
A trick
wife to help me lose these babies
Margiela fashion, I'm steppin' like Dab Daddy, your bitch wish she had me
Bat you in your shit, this ain't no plastic
on nobody
I'm good by myself
Don't come by with no money
Da bando wit snow money
I done made show money
Early in da morning getting top
From a snow bunny
I
styles
Hoes come in rows to get chose, they gettin' wit me
Sayin I'm the flyest on the side of the Mississippi
Banned in six states by the surgeon
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