Lyrics:
and stole her heart
with cheap champagne he played it smart
like a villain in a slick black suit courting her so he could loot
She fell for the oldest trick
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By
flip the switch
I put in the hours, you can trust no bitch
And by the way, you're as cheap as your weave
(And as fake as your tit's)
to the head for a cheap thrill
Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust
In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust
Boogyin' with
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
Threeface
Nie som cheap man, celkom rich taste
Nie som 6ix9ine ale tricks mám ako swiss made
Hipster-ish, hipster bitch
Lick my stick, stick that in hot
ain't backing out 'less I go to sleep
Get a practice note from the quotes I speak
Hat trick mode in my code of three
Ya back explode with my shoulder
Youngin' but cant judge me by my age
When I was out here trappin'
I was tryin' to dodge the cage
Money had me hungry
And the hood done gave me rage
synonyms for some Slim 'ol
Imitating little midget bitch ass
Menacing women men
And they can't beat this with they cheap tricks
Cos to me it's weak shit
Covered up by pouring cement
He was banging had no teammates
Boss baby u need to get your bread up
I zigzagging like Max Payne
catching head shots
She
me the torch before I get to (wooo)
Money dreams, it was not so big
Go to the store, purchase
Don't care if not so cheap
Not so sweet, the past
Look ahead as we pass, try and focus on it
I won't be fooled by a cheap cinematic trick
It must have been just a cardboard cut out of a man
Top
a cheap forty
Lordy was shootin' dice
Point and you winn forty
Six be a damn point
Roll and you hit the joint
Lookin for blazing dude
Your head was
a bloody nose
Save the cussin' and fussin' and pointin' fingers for them hoes
Talk is cheap, I catch your ass on the sneak
And hit you everywhere but
Jam Blues Man
There you lay
All by yourself
So please allow me
To introduce myself
I welcome you
To the house of sin
Open your mind
And let
There you lay
All by yourself
So please allow me
To introduce myself
I welcome you
To the house of sin
Open your mind
And let the games
[Esham]
Can I dig ya on the D-L?
Pure satisfaction
Tricks be -Real
Time for some action
I'm one of them niggaz that don't smile
But fuck that pussy
Written by Rick Nielsen & Tom Petersson
Originally performed by Cheap Trick
Au revoir, auf wiedersehen
You won't see another morning
You won't see
to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
My name sparkin like a street king
Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the "Bling Bling"
a bonus
A year went by so I gave up waiting
Moved in with Johnny's sister
A German call girl with a wooden leg
Specialising in one-legged tricks
He
Poppin' down P, I ain't drinking cheap shit
It's G and Too $hort, every bar, gotta bleep it
Album 25 it's the pimp tape
Asked the OG, how long did this
right?
Holding on in the hurt, poison
Them emotional scars
And locked doors that shouldn't be open
The lines is too thin like coke and cheap gin
Like
ain't fuckin' with you
Punk bitch think she real smart, runnin' that G
But talk is cheap hoe, spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull up
look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a loss
I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I walk around with a big
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