Lyrics:
Ghost Deini and shit, Trife Diesel on the side
Money Come First, Theodore Unit, aiyo, son blind these niggaz
Throw bleachin'
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, aiyo,
and still get heard with no spins
This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone, back home
Black blown, it's Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones
Yo, what
the gift, when I curse you all
See I'm a soldier, look at my ranks
On the block, we got that water bubblin' like we cookin' up franks
This is Trife Diesel
know who it is)
Trife Diesel, nigga (yeah, come on) yo
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, I'm sort of like a water pipe, I'm ready to blow
In a pair of three-fourth
claim no tax
Got custom deep pockets and my pimpin' slacks
And my tephlon shirt, in case they got gats
[Trife Da God]
Yo Wigs, this is Theodore, you know
(Verse 1: Doap Nixon)
Left check, right check, brass knuckles, knife check
Nine double-M, black talons that's trife check
Sour Diesel, Purple Haze,
[Intro: (Trife Da God) Ghostface Killah]
(Uh what you got here, is your approach)
Your approach gotta more guerilla on 'em
KnowImean? Just to make it
[Intro: (Trife Da God) Ghostface Killah]
(Uh what you got here, is your approach)
Your approach gotta more guerilla on 'em
KnowImean? Just to make it
off, sniffin' and scratching
[Chorus]
[Trife Da God]
She wakes up, with an urge to get high
Everyday, the same routine, needing the mood of fix
how we do it
This is big truck style shit, diesel fluid
Slay bitches with the Shaolin slang
Stapletown, Park Hill, we just doing our thang
C'mon,
off, sniffin' and scratching
[Chorus]
[Trife Da God]
She wakes up, with an urge to get high
Everyday, the same routine, needing the mood of fix
[Vordul]
Pop goes the flow of the weasel
Strapped with an Ox full of diesel
Trapped in the desert with eagles
Thoughts of ghetto acapellas in
big diesel like Shaq three four
And I put on well off g's
We 'bout the blue benjies yea
I get it big just like I'm ten feet
His last show in the IE
I
nodding off, sniffin' and scratching
[Chorus]
[Trife Da God]
She wakes up, with an urge to get high
Everyday, the same routine, needing the mood of fix
off, sniffin' and scratching
[Chorus]
[Trife Da God]
She wakes up, with an urge to get high
Everyday, the same routine, needing the mood of fix
it lemme o.d til I'm overly medicated
Fuck it nikka turn the marijuana louder
Know the diesel taste sweeter when the swisher filled w. Sour
Nikkas die
got a man but it's alright
Bad bitch good brain
I got you thinking right
I can't judge you lil ma
We both living trife
I fuck her so good
She tryna
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