Lyrics:
by my homey dru house to puff on the loop
Seen my little homey style who I ain't seen in a while
Damn near gone, floatin on cloud one-nine
Liquor sto',
and grab some sheeking
Cause later on that night a brother went deep in
Woke up my sleep by some suckers dope, left on my answer machine
Why you stood me up
Everything I put in, I get right back
Got long money, I ain't in it for a quick stack
And if she ever had me bent, I don't know who she is
Switchin' sides
cousin, Nephew, Uncle
Best friend, Boyfriend
Step-father doubled
Fiancée
Father husband son in law
God father, uncle daddy
Seen you be them all
I'll have
Where's Daddy, dead,
Or in the KGB?
While my second has been curling up with my
Opponent, I have agreed to new terms with
Global Television, which in
a trick to find 'em
When the people around me continue dying
Granddad was in the twilight of his life
When he closed his eyes tight and opened his wrists
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me
can't get at me
They look up to me, but son I'm not yo fuccin daddy
I'm in Miami wit a baddy and she got a fatty
And she the fuckin one but I'm not tryna
shit that's occurrin
I don't like it
I don't like it one mother fuckin bit
Trick Daddy:
Free me
I've been captured by some
Spanish with the plug havin' convos
Bleek Lair ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload
In the top, hit
T-are-you ya heard me
Your daddy dollars y'all huh
See-murda, Trick Daddy, No Limit, Slip 'N Slide
Whatever, uh huh, watch em
Watch
too much
Drinking a cup of punch, tropical
Every last Thursday of the month
Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When I was sick
I-I-I'ma need a rack
Oh, I'ma throw a bag in the air
By the time it hit the ground, better bring that ass over here
Everything, all the drinks on me
believe in Santa Claus, no way
He knows I don’t believe in Santa Claus
I think my daddy sees me, peeking from my door
But he pretends, he’s Santa anyway
To know how real my shit is
Nigga go read the motherfucking
Newspaper you trick-ass nigga
I'm stuck in jail
Murderous mind state
Can't keep my nine
style as a juvenile
Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
Bankin' , I specialized in gankin
whites, Mexicans, brothers and others
Daily, it's all
like Burgundy
On my way to the gwap like it's an emergency
I'm in Miami Tokyo drifting
High as a cloud n a nigga still lifting
Jit spilled the tea ain't
Caught up in the rapture of you
Yeah
Yo
My grandma used to think the world of me
I thought the world of her
She birthed the star that birthed me
Love
bitches broke
Have ever went through sum shit
Made 200k
Sitting in the house
I trap by myself
You bitches run yo mouth
He bought me a crib
She was born in a backwater bay
South of New Orlean
Her daddy was a bootleggin' roustabout
By no means a man of means
She grew up quick and she grew
ass man writing notes like we in class,
Walk by u real close so I can touch that ass,
Do u like the feeling is the shxt trash?
Bitch check one and slide
Baby girl this that big dick energy
That's a statement
This ain't no Jeopardy
Let me come by
We gon make memories
I'ma put you on a high dispensary
Yeah
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
I can take my finger off, old dog, old trick
New twist like actually take the finger off
Wrap it in a blanket as you would a severed horse head
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