Lyrics:
ain't a cheap trick bad dog you can drag along
So come on, come on
I'm getting up 'cause I've been down so long
I ain't a cheap trick bad dog you can
[Sage Francis]
I am..
More than two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricks
To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks
to get paid
We them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map
Ridin' heavy big bodies and vogues
We drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher
sippin' orange bubly even though I don't like it
Put a match to your album and I'm bout to strike it
Oh yeah yeah, this is a bop
I said oh on jah, this is
cheap ass clothes
Makeup when you wakeup
Bitch you still ugly (eww)
Buy cheap ass clothes from stupid hoes
Bitch you still ugly (trash)
Lace front big
Yes, sir (uh)
Don't let your ego trick your ass
'Cause this motherfuckin' TEC will get your ass
Yes, this semiautomatic TEC is known to jam
But
cant start beating
For all your truth I answer with cheap tricks
What's wrong with me
I'm not the one, I'm nothing
I tell to myself cause you wont
Don't
sparlish bish
I do Sparlish shit
I blow the bag on designer
An vacation trips
If she yo Valentine then buy her Valentino don't be cheap nigga blow The bag
in my area
If it all falls through then I'm calling up Erica
To fake love and daydream
Feels like everyday I surrounded by screens
No trick cards I'm
realized that You're the one (that's)
Eb#4 Cheap tricks plague the promised land,
D Carrying guns and hurting some
Eb#4 words so false they fall out quick
D
strong like we WWE
Got to work smart cause they'll
Trick you like a treat
Got to tax large cause you know I like it cheap
I got two for the four, I got
occams razor
Wait a minute hey
You you don't know you don't know
You gave hope to everyone
You don't know throw those cheap tricks out the door
You don't
Pay the block off, fuck pussy that make sense
Keep it low so you don't know where the dough is
I got enough dough to make bitches do tricks
Your
y'all sucka ass niggas, uh
Hollerin all the cheap shit, but you ain't rappin right nigga
Gimmie the mic, feel me like you appetite nigga
Supposed
Walk a fine line, spit a guideline, trick a weird cheery to his own with a pom pom
Put you in your place, due to a plot, punch you in your face, usual
corny white man
Call me the heavenly body baby you can call me heaven sent
Your talk is cheap, my talk is golden goose, your talk irrelevant
You could
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!
One trick pony in a cheap trick circus
Too many people and I'm gonna get nervous
Service with a smile 'cause you know it has a purpose
Just to look
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
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