Lyrics:
politics got trick up their sleeves ,/of my empty palms tree outta Miami ,blowing throughout the seven seas/iz shot flowing by the bumblebee's clean all the honey out my
About 100 miles an hour, nigga
Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
Yung Wun, Yung Wun
Yo, ball out
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
my daddy was a gangsta
And father before him was a damn thug
I'ma learn to escape up out these handcuffs
I ain't going to court to see no damn judge
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace,
flexing my paper
Praying that I don't get hit by a hater (Fa-Fa-Fa)
Ask can we go out i say maybe later
Close that back door 'cuz these niggas some traders
My daddy was on crack
Now show some crack baby
Real crack baby I came from the trailer park
I'm with the wolves they come out after dark
Run up a sack
it?
My daddy left me out here for a bitch but I still forgive him
Grown up to be a real gorilla, I ain't shit like him
Take care of me and my whole
Dutches
Brought my team back a brick
My bitch Balenciaga runners uh (Ah)
Had to watch these snitches
They'll trick me out my summer (ah)
I'm eatin', that's
on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on me
We veterans so it's better if you go get your army
A thug holiday is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
I used to want
on a wheelie 12 o’clock (skirtt)
Aye Swerving in and out of traffic fuck the cops
Ya burn out at the light time to smoke it up
Gotta bad bitch the back ass fat
on the stink
Have a nigga geeked
Start feeling like a kid
Going trick or trick
Just got done burning
Blow another leaf
Feeling like an astronaut
Yeah Im out
[DJ Khaled]
Diaz Brothers
DJ Khaled
I rep my city
Dade County, let's go!
[Trick Daddy]
Dade County stand up right now
Always from Carol City
Watch out! If you don't like the sound
Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town
Cars drive by with the boomin' system
I must be gettin'
extendo wands I look like Harry Potter now
I expect Patron anytime you see me stepping out
Sonning all these rappers got me feeling like a daddy now
Heavy
walk my bitches, grabbed them by their thong
Ass so big, I need hands like King Kong
And you know every weekend, we be at Hong Kong
They smoke dick like
for real
(Violent J - Whoa!)
(Daddy-X)
I ain't got a million dollars bitch
I'm fucking broke
Spending all my change on that endo smoke
All the bitches
[Trick Daddy]
Until the day a nigga D-I-E-
I'll be forever thuggin' baby
Ever since I fucking
These bitches loved it baby
Still got the chron
on them grimmies make them ho's call me daddy
[Chorus]
These are the tales, these are the tales that I tell so well
These are the tales, these are
call me daddy
These are the tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
These are the tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
It's been fifteen
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