Lyrics:
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I will not play victim
I'm in this position
Not by my decision
Elect from the beginning
All my niggas winning
Right after the ending
All my
Sammy
Vegas
Strip
I came in with Gang & Nem, nigga
See the trap dance
Up & down the pole
Came in with Gang
Flocked by the hoes
Ain't no trick in me
fickle
I'm tickled how sometimes labels trick you
I'm not the first artist that died that's still with you
The industry was ruined by humans and their
rip
Getting frightened by a light-skin
I guess I've got
Let's Go
Linguistic Kick when I'm in this trick
My words will break ya
Suspiciousness ya feel
to a trick the nigga who
persuaded her to sell ass like hoes suppose too
now how in the fuck do you think a pimp is slippin
surrounded by all these hoes
that's
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
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
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]
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
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
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
No week by week with you
Not trick by trick on you
No see u soon 'cause I've been on the moon...
You ruined my brain...
Ohh... girl no more playin'
booty
You big fine just juicy
Oh you Jasmine
By the end of the night I'm gonna know what you like
I can show you the world put this pole in your life
Oh
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