Lyrics:
on high
Hurted by my exes
I don't like the lies
I try and I try
Now I'm buzzing like fly
I give it all my might
I'm living in the light
I tell ‘em set
gotta get 'er mayne, baby hella thick
She said her name was Seven, call me Michael Vick
'Cause I'm a dog, ho, give 'em the dick and dash
Fuck whatchu
gotta get 'er mayne, baby hella thick
She said her name was Seven, call me Michael Vick
'Cause I'm a dog, ho, give 'em the dick and dash
Fuck whatchu
my city outta poverty' money
Don't lie to me honey, I know that thang fake
Put a candle on that ass, tell her "give me that cake", wait
I rep NY,
level, boy, go pay your rent first
And then maybe I'll sign you
I'm looking for talent, I hope that I find you
(Wait a minute, you asked me now let me tell
Have 'em coming back for mo' girls
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Various managers coming up talking
'bout they got me
But really they
convicted a felon I woke up
Accept em father has save me Im momma lil baby thats crazy
I see death I see life I see wrong I see right
I see hood I see God
or hunger, no he's just a soldier
Gangsta Gudda, Gudda muhfucker
What another muhfucker gon tell high yella
Slim cat
Send em where ya brim at & trim that
Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)
And I'm ridin' with 'em
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I used to get the pack when I was young (Me
feel like she can press me for some money
I beat her out dat neck n dropped dis c*ck down in her stomach
she locked down n Itz funny
I told her tell
[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
working that nine-to-five, I was waitin' homie
I was bussin' tables fantasizin' 'bout cakin' homie
Letting them slip away, my dreams wasn't waitin' on me
a big fan
Pockets on Vin Diesel, pockets on Riff Raff
Niggas faker than witch-craft
I split a Nigga in half
These lil boys they look up to me
I put the G
bling bling like a 9 to 5
And tell all my hoes they don't need no job
[Chorus 2x]
[B.G]
I ride the best from a Benz to a jag to a beamer to a lex
You remind me of a folder
Push me down and I heat up like a toaster
That boy is a Soulja
I hate these niggas more than I hate being sober
I can't
to die but I don't wanna be next
I wasn't shit so I made the world call me fresh
I tell em Cautions calculate ya steps
Nobody's giviin hand outs better
sky gettin high wit my dawgs
From the cell to the trenches
We gon make it out
Boy say that he a soulja we can shoot it out
Free my boys on them books
We
fingers up)
Put them hands high (Put them hands high)
Wave it in his face (Wave it in his face)
Tell him, boy, bye (Tell him, tell him, boy, bye)
(Tell
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
on his head give it up no discussion
Soulja on my side told a nigga hit it
Say its goin be ten if I pull back his fitted
Then he told me holmes it's bouta
Boy your check ain't big enough (big enough)
Talk a lot but you're broke (broke!)
Switcheroo fuck and you're kissing (kissing)
Y'all niggas give 'em
fuckin' with the right one, soulja fo life one
ain't no mothafucka like em
where he at, show em to me
and I'm gonna strike em and bite em
and swallow em
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