Lyrics:
player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks that thought I quit
Then got a drop-top Jag for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack,
When you let this tricks get the best of you
I'm good and I'm gon get over you
(She can deal with the drama I'm through with you)
Boy, pack ya bags
I just swung her
Next time I'm in Dallas, I'll look for another
You niggas fell off and you never recovered
Poured up some Hi-Tech and wait 'til
tricks
She's made her mind up when she leaves you behind
Hidden in the lean to mute the feeling inside
You know hoes familiar with that blow and cheap
to school
We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head I'm thinking cool
Just when I'm thinking I'm going down your shirt
You're hiking up
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played
you
Fuck with me I'm a thug
You already know how we come I'm
In the hood where the drugs, and the slugs
Nigga already know just how we gone come
You pay
duffel bag
And I call it an asset
I'm a star out my city like Dallas
I'm a king so hand me my chalice
Never in my life I been average
I'm balling in this
like I'm married
And send her home with the cock swoll, did her pops know?
Little girl that he tryna protect was in the crib doin porno
[Too Short]
(celiling fan)
Niggas need the raw cut right, then come get it then
Drums, like I'm in a band (in a band)
Slidin', in a mini van (mini van)
Aquafina bars
cold out here but I'm getting by
Laying in a bed of anxiety
Whisper in my ear all the things I need
But I know your games no, you're not fooling me
Dirty
fa so lo ti da
If I die, then I'm dead, bitch
Hop in the back seat rollin' three deep
Gang signs up and down on G street
And we off to the man they
into the sack
Nigga let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby, cause I be wilder, Big BALLER, call up with
Dalla marea del naviglio serenemente cullato.
In quella tepida notte, che c'e dunque di male,
Se in tanta poesia
Il pirato divento sentimenta--aa--le?
Don't ask me why I'm going to Texas
Cause the reason I just don't know
But I've got a little gal down in Houston
And I've got lots of friends in
my reach (my reach)
I tell it ven aqui (aqui)
Yea I came in this bitch I'm from the Dallas
Screaming my name is my name in the palace
Sippin this
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my
California, that's why I go there damn! They said you're in Montana, they also said you're in San francisco, Houston, Dallas even in New Mexico.
Bridge:
Im
a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought I quit
Then got a drop top Jag for
These bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
be in good company
I'm gonna be
Trick or treatin'
I'm gonna be
Gonna be eatin'
Everything that's bad for me
And I'll be in good company
All my
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played
there and bathe in the sun
Said you won't hurt anyone but lying is half of the fun
Can't help that I fell for your tricks
Thought we were farther than
there and bathe in the sun
Said you won't hurt anyone but lying is half of the fun
Can't help that I fell for your tricks
Thought we were farther than
Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about
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