Lyrics:
I am here with all the trick or treaters
We've all been eating human meat for
A whole year
And it's been a year since
So I'm back again
With all my
Ghetto Prince Charming spark bitches like a flame
Jumpin' out front, I'm leaving lames behind
Fresher than a Ziploc, I'm back on my grind
Ain't no one in
pullin up my pants
The club anthem, genre is just handsome
Girls a stage 5 but when you call she doesn’t answer
I’m up in Hartford chillin wit my Bantams
of deer
The only thing in my brain is a bunch of rusty gears
To shave a sheep in Minecraft, you gotta use the shears
I'm making lots of sound, cuz I'm Fred
cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
of bolts, like Microsoft edge
You motherfuckers should know, I am not dead, not yet.
(Nothing here lmfao)
I'm the guy that everyone's sleeping on.
Now
mind playing tricks on me I think my mind playing tricks on me
My mind playing tricks on me pulling circles pulling flips on
I'm infatuated
By the game
the breeze
You'll see I'm a phony and I'm gonna let you down
I'm a one trick pony in a one horse town
I'm just a one trick pony in a one horse town
I got me
did trust your detractors
But I'm losing my love for your allies
They'll keep posting your praise like a praxis
Till they catch you in bed with the bad
Becky while I'm rolling up
Send my watch back to my jeweler, it ain't cold enough
Just a bunch of bad college chicks in the W with no clothes on
Trippy
ya
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya
One way or another, I'm
ya
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya
One way or another, I'm
ya
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya
One way or another, I'm
another trick sucka dropped
A quarter after twelve, I'm still cruising down them back streets
On my job a dead body already lies on the passenger seat
the youtube money
Rap-
Greeting me everywhere
Hoppin on me aint rare
Coz im sweet even in the streets
Coz i got the flair and the nike footwear
Im elite so
the house and get nasty
I spit the real game i rode her in my caddy
When she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if ya tell me you
A player
trick shit
That PA sticker ain't for the licking
Take my dignity cos I'm lyrically explicit
Do I lie in my lyrics aside from gimmicks?
Well I'm too woke
You on solid ground I’m on solid air
Catch my flying by myself call it solitaire
With my girl too To give the world to
It’s in the palm of my hand
won't let go.
I know a trick-ass nigga might think it's scary:
Will it come back on 'I'm if he gets married.
I don't give a fuck about bitches in
Mrs. Thompson. Come on, let’s go!
I’m proud to live in America, the Land of Liberty,
Where there are 50 states in the USA.
We’re learning all our
won't let go.
I know a trick-ass nigga might think it's scary:
Will it come back on 'I'm if he gets married.
I don't give a fuck about bitches in
hit my phone if you ain't talking bout some wheat
When I'm in my house shoes the only time I see the feet
Playing by my own rules so I don't never have
sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger
sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger
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