Lyrics:
All by my lonely screamin out fuck that show
Cigarettes, blunt smoke I love the smell
Player hate me cause I smoke, burn in hell
Cause it ain't for
gettin' cash with it
Pretty face, slim waste, fat ass with it.
[CHORUS-Repeats]
(Trick Daddy) VERSE3: See I can tell by yo' smile
Girl you got yo' freak
going out bad
These niggas out sad, smoke dope, get cash
I ain't going out bad, these niggas so sad
Smoke dope, get cash, I ain't going out bad
Yeah,
I want the smoke yeah
I want the smoke yeah
I want the smoke yeah
I want the smoke
Give me some more yeah
Give me some more yeah
Give me some more
Pack touched down
Rollie buss down
Yea You niggas clowns
I can't Fuck around
Tote dat hunnid round
Smokin out da pound
If you want smoke then u know
dick
Clapped ha a teflar bag she told ha bestie Ima trick
Dat site was free I could’ve sold it but I fw da bitch
Ain’t trickin if you got it my account
And when you go wit yo move, don't trick yourself off the streets
She like to hustle
She like to grind
She like to stack
She like to shine
She call me daddy
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
rack-it out like Naomi
This that Osaka flow
Cause I would rather see y'all live and heed my antidote
Then see you layin' in a casket in y'all daddy clothes
London, then hit up Dubai
Smoke all this herb, I’ll have you flyin’ high
You saucy as fuck
Those be hard to come by
I’ll be your King, you be my Queen
We
metal
Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow
The addiction, ain't no friction
I got them rap heads fillin' out a prescription
With diciton,
liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
a long dick daddy cum inside
I can do a trick baby open wide
Hold my legs in the air
Look me in my eyes
Sex click stream this
Whip out them dicks bitch
I really smoke all the pain away
People so fake they can change today
You broke, you a joke, be a man today
I'm great, that's what my daddy say
Was
tight rope
Got tricks up my sleeve
Make you go up in white smoke
Ima beast I'm a fein
Everything in between
To get the green, in my genes
Yours way too
on the grind
Not on the trigger
Goal to be rich
Out of the ditch
Out of the mud
Out of the mix
Came from the bottom
Pullin no tricks
Money be comin
Doin then
illusion,
And pimpin' ain't never died.
Mo' pimps was on that heroin
And yo' pimp tripped out on that fry.
The dikes done came through
And straight threw
Pocket full of molly, sellin' pounds out the window
Diamond kimi gold, link chain cost a kilo
Getting fronted by amigo, plus I got a hit single
Pop smoke the reason why
The Benz got the tint the seat Hold the nine
Today I pick out my casket I Can go at anytime
I turn off TMZ I don't won't
the highway zoomin
Move by the pound
Smoke by the ounce
We don't make a sound
Don't play around
No play ground
My gang gon surround
I'm the boss
Just ask
tossing round a groove it takes a constant
Flow heated on the mic by all the rumors at at ya door
Sure we take a ripple out to shore
Like this sky so bright
love everything that I speak about
Wrap em up right over night, yeah, they leavin' town
Dacks is callin' me; daddy why ya trick on my main bitches?
I be
know how it is, same old thing in the same old town
Lil' Trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he's played out
Think it's Lil' Mo (was
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