Lyrics:
[Trick Daddy]
'Posed to be...
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha-ha-ha
America (America)
Sweet land
[Trick Daddy]
And the winner is, Trick Diesel
Facemob
My nigga Baby, ha ha
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
[Chorus]
You know me, 'T' double, you
[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]
I ain't the type of nigga, who get a little bit of cheddar
And start hanging on the beach and think he better than the next nigga
(Trick Daddy inhaling)
Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here
[Mystikal:]
I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke
a big dog, bite don't ball
Hell, you can get it too if I pull your card
(Trick Daddy)
Nigga don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese
You know I'm 'bout my be's
[Trick]
I tellin ya boy I got them boys
Dog I be tryin to tell em
Verse 1: Trick Daddy, The Lost Tribe
You can't catch me boy
Don't upset
(Trick Daddy) CHORUS: You off the chain with it,
You do yo' thang with it
The way you talk it when you walkin girl you slang with it
You
MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
[Verse 1, Trick Daddy]
Everybody wanna be the big boy
Sling king with the biggest names in the game
In the wood grains big
[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
the poor ones
[Trick Daddy]
This one here is dedicated for them hatas, I wrote it for my niggas
Who ain't here they couldn't make it, let's face it
show you real love
A dedication to them real thugs
Cause we the last one's livin'
Chorus: (repeat 2x) Trick Daddy
All I need to get on is a few
featuring Buddy Roe J.T. Money
Buddy Roe
Freaky deaky Trick Daddy and Yours truly Buddy Rizoe
J.T. Money
Yeah and that
[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
[Chorus: x2]
[Trick Daddy]
I had to dream about a dope fiend
And its strange cause he can bearly write or read but seems to get folks about anything
[Trick Daddy]
Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night
[Hook: x 2]
I'm goin' all way out bout mine
Best in a biscuit shot bout mine
Hoes get slapped in
new type, new type
New type
Trick daddy looking motherfucker
Swear 'fore God I never wanna see another
Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up
me up a slut rally
No disrespect i'm stacking checks , big faces Trick Daddy
I'm beating around the bush , if that pussy a little nappy
Well I'll beat
like "Bitch, I'm da baddest" (woo, woo)
Pull over, that ass too fat, baby
Gold in my mouth like Trick Daddy
Slippin' slidin', might take you
Gleiche Rolex, 3 Color Ways
Und ne Patek oder zwei
Ey
Richard Mille, ich bin reich
Trick Daddy - Finally Famous
Du weisst selber, dass du lame bist
I'm a dope rider fa' sho'
[Trick Daddy]
Everyday me and my dog - we wylin'
Seven-tre, seven-five dope ridin'
And we ain't trippin' on nothin',
with me? You ain't real...
[Machine:]
Realer than you bitch... Please, do not call Trick Daddy's phone.
Hang up, and don't try again.
[Kiki:]
Fucking
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
[Verse One - Trick Daddy]
Half step pussy ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me?
I
and out, from the muthafuckin digi-dash to da muthafuckin pipes)
You betta believe it
(You know who it is, Trick Daddy, Yung Joc, Lets Go)
I like the way,
on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
[Trick Daddy]
My shit is platinum
These assholes wearin' white gold
See, I'm too smart for this 'cause
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