Lyrics:
his shit snatched
She a bad bitch I trick that
Ass real thick get er shit smacked
She suck my dick while I'm driving lil opp bitch do what I say like
better with time, he's in his prime
You know an old dog don't learn new tricks
I'm tried and true he's an easy fix
By the time she changes her mind, she
I'm insane
Anyways
Favorite attack is when I come around the back
I got that same old cheap flow runnin', all the words are still intact
You don't know
tryin’ to conceive with you
But right now something makes me wanna be with you
You want a job done fast, you want a job done cheap
You want a job done
on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
[Trick Daddy]
My shit is platinum
These assholes wearin' white gold
See, I'm too smart for this 'cause
right
I'm black, blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in '88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're tryin' to fuck me!
thugs
Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
The next week two O's
a twister
The setting is a sinister slum where sex ain't sacred
By thirteen she was pro-active and naked
Had a gift to give but she would tend a path not
red lip stick, a red bra, and a cheap cheap trick and
that¹s me.
I brung your kids to the house to the home to the schools
said put your hands in the air like it's 2006
I got something up by sleeve, and it ain't a bag of tricks
Now, ride with me (ride with me)
Ride with me
nerves, but you ain't changing my mind
By good God, let's hop off the soap box and get along
Get along
I don't preach no tricks, don't talk politics
I'm
ignore it
If it's beef, they scroll, looking for it
If I don't sell it for cheap, they can't afford it
It's free, they calling
We retarded
We just
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But
Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy a mansion
Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead, with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it
to think
What's been going on in my sleep?
The devil got some tricks up his sleeve
I went bought a property I could have bought a AP
I fucked that hoe she
chat
But I don't think it's gonna stop
Still going going by the name "Ziploc"
5 blows going everywhere still 'gon pop
I just pay in a hope that I don't
to me, I'm an intentional freak
Get to fucking on the beat, yeah
Get to fucking on the beach
Miami on Christmas Eve, yeah
I got tricks up my sleeve, yeah
I
one was making noise ain't it a breech of
Trust look in the gutter, unh, never judge yo book by its cover
Word to the muthafucka I, I didn't studder
the patek in the water ain’t cheap
Switch it up i slay your daughter nigga ap
Made a couple hunnid thousand by like 18
Only see me posted right around
the patek in the water ain’t cheap
Switch it up i slay your daughter nigga ap
Made a couple hunnid thousand by like 18
Only see me posted right around
the patek in the water ain’t cheap
Switch it up i slay your daughter nigga ap
Made a couple hunnid thousand by like 18
Only see me posted right around
my M.C school, my class was packed
And tricks were for kids so I left your ass back
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another
I'll buy
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