Lyrics:
T doing so well, first class from a old jail
T Ferg did fifteen in the feds, getting no mail
My daddy died and my cousin too
They didn't let them out
smoke weed out of vacuums
I just copped some and I'm goin' back soon
I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers
But nothing compares to these
smoke weed out of vacuums
I just copped some and I'm goin' back soon
I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers
But nothing compares to these
focus when you wrote this
Half of the niggas yelling blunts don't even smoke this
I hope this get through, if you heard it
I'll expose ya panties, by
and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you say
If you wanna learn how I’m living just
Ladies and gentlemen
This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch
I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you, brother
the parent
It's your job to lead by example 'cause you're a superhero to them
No trick you can't pull
But inside your cracking
Like a gift that's too big
Hoes everywhere black foreign and Asian
I'ma playa by da day, yeah, hustle by da night
Yeah, I roll wit da crew who hadn't eva been light
Yeah, see 'em
shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
by liftin' iron by the pound
the supercar flames coming out the back when I smash it
I ain't really been into bragging
I just really wanna go stack it
Blowing out the backwood, smoke no
figure me out they tryna fill me,
Got this fine baddie telling me daddy come feel me,
Im on the grind to this money do you feel me?,
So Much pain that I
to me
Like that looking stupid of course
living day by day and you ain't hard
Trick hell you say?
It's such a blessing when my eyes
Get to see
I'm like yeah right trick
Wish like words yo
I spin around see my ex
I ain't hurt though
She had to see my face
Ice made my shirt blow
Work hoe
I smoke chewy like a mothafuckin nut
You got a gram bag hit the zags and roll her up
'cause a nigga like me can't fake it when I'm high
Get
Bitch I'm Strangeeeee (I'm strange)
I got so many tricks up my sleeves (My sleeve)
Welcome to my world bitch I'm the kinggggg
(The king)
Put you in
Uh-uh
Watch out Lil trick
I can bad all by myself
Watch out lil trick
You can do wha
Say you know who
Buy me a huh
O you da truth
Lotta that talk
dont want no smoke wit BSB cus we toting that heat
They dont want no smoke wit CCG cus they blowin fah me
Up the chop run em out his socks we bullys in
don't need a court
Don't play games, my life still Jordan
Really rich, double-R Royce
Dirk Nowitski, shootin' half-court
YSL life, trick a nigga out
(Let's go)
[ J-Zone ]
Here comes the Zone up the ave rollin in his pimp Caddy
(Look at him)
Backpackers wave while I bump that Trick Daddy
all night
Devious:
It's late night where the sun rest
flick your Bics let's get lit man
I'm dressin' up this trick
Ms. Philly she got big plans
with
And you feel so coolin' every time you in the club
If y'all wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
If y'all wanna hang out with the gangstas, y'all go
trick my dad had played since I was four
He stands outside my bedroom yelling "Ho! Ho! Ho!" because
He knows I don't believe in Santa Claus
I think
trick my dad had played since I was four
He stands outside my bedroom yelling: "Ho! Ho! Ho!" because
He knows I don't believe in Santa Claus, no way
I
Drive by shooter running from the helicopter
Poppin and I'm at it again
310 Still bangin Compton
Here we come
If anybody want the smoke. Talkin all that
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