Lyrics:
Becky while I'm rolling up
Send my watch back to my jeweler, it ain't cold enough
Just a bunch of bad college chicks in the W with no clothes on
Trippy
ya
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya
One way or another, I'm
like Thousand Island
My dough runnin' like a broken faucet
I'm the landlord, you in the housing projects
In the drive-thru, makin' bank deposits
Crazy
ya
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya
One way or another, I'm
ya
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya
One way or another, I'm
Portrait of a killer
The first suspect: the mind of Jeffrey Dahmer
Entered the scene and caused drama
Born in Milwaukee in 1960
As a child, studied
a game, then nigga try ya luck
I'm nonchalant, I prolly never gave a fuck
If it's bout some pape, I'll prolly give a fuck
I feel like Giannis in Milwaukee
fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I've been asked to have a meal
By a big tycoon in steel
If the meal includes a deal, accept I
another trick sucka dropped
A quarter after twelve, I'm still cruising down them back streets
On my job a dead body already lies on the passenger seat
the youtube money
Rap-
Greeting me everywhere
Hoppin on me aint rare
Coz im sweet even in the streets
Coz i got the flair and the nike footwear
Im elite so
the house and get nasty
I spit the real game i rode her in my caddy
When she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if ya tell me you
A player
and politic
Its been a minute
Eat with bosses wit no crosses
Too late now too deep up in it
Really birthed up in them trenches
Rep Milwaukee til I'm finished
trick shit
That PA sticker ain't for the licking
Take my dignity cos I'm lyrically explicit
Do I lie in my lyrics aside from gimmicks?
Well I'm too woke
spittin' what I spit when the day is over
Tryin' to be me in the mirror, sayin' it over
Yeah, he's all right, but you not real
I'm a dog, s*** I eat
You on solid ground I’m on solid air
Catch my flying by myself call it solitaire
With my girl too To give the world to
It’s in the palm of my hand
won't let go.
I know a trick-ass nigga might think it's scary:
Will it come back on 'I'm if he gets married.
I don't give a fuck about bitches in
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
to me when you've figured it out
I'm a lover
Born with a sword in my hand
Been a force with the words sure I'm more than a man
But before this I meant,
to me when you've figured it out
I'm a lover
Born with a sword in my hand
Been a force with the words sure I'm more than a man
But before this I meant,
won't let go.
I know a trick-ass nigga might think it's scary:
Will it come back on 'I'm if he gets married.
I don't give a fuck about bitches in
breakfast, lunch And dinner as well
Sustained by the grease that's clogging my arteries, I'm ashamed by the amount of the Affection I seek
Always up in
thirty-three years
My girl's been limin' it biz
Y'all niggas sniff lines in the stairs
German beers, Heineken, Beck's, Bud for you rednecks
Milwaukee's best,
hit my phone if you ain't talking bout some wheat
When I'm in my house shoes the only time I see the feet
Playing by my own rules so I don't never have
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