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Trick Daddy: |
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We gon' let the band deal wit' this |
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Ha ha, uh |
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MIA Style, ha |
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Old School |
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Uh huh |
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Okay, Shut Up |
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Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x) |
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Ah ha, Okay |
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What's Up, Shut Up |
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Trick Daddy: |
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Ridin' 'round in my brand new, '99, 4 do', Volvo |
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I got a pocket full of B's, cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho' |
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But all my Boca Boys they know though, that's fo' sho' though |
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(Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearing?) Hell nah ho you know they Polo |
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I been used again, choosed again |
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This time been wrong to chop somethin' dumped by one of my union friends |
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Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin' season was in |
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Hell cause they figured me for not understandin' their reason being |
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But I'm the man for this |
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While y'all was doin' fine I was doin' time just, prayin' for this |
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Locked up, make a plan for this |
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Without all that fancy shit |
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Way too advanced for this |
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Just Polo socks, tanks tops and drawers up under my pants and shit |
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Shut Up |
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Chorus: Trick Daddy (8x) |
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Trina: |
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Okay who's the baddest bitch |
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I been real, been rich, bee don' had this shit |
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Big Benz, big house and shit |
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That's right, okay I been down with Trick |
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Okay it make sense to me |
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Cause if your money ain't right you speakin it French to me |
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Miss Trina don't play wit' me |
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Or you can say Miss Big, it's okay wit' me |
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You need a grand just to speak to me |
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Okay, are you sure you wanna sleep wit' me |
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Okay, you better be fo' sho' |
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Cause I don' left niggaz like you stuck befo' |
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Okay, you can ball wit' me |
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Okay, since you got a hot knot spend it all wit' me |
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Okay, y'all know what's up |
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Okay, uh huh, I ride, Shut Up |
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Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x) |
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Co: |
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This goes out to my nigga Rolls |
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and them pretty ass jazzy hoes, bitch what's |
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up |
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Co got a verse in the Book of Thugs |
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So when I come through bitch show me love |
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Everbody that flow, then raise it up |
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You got that funk, then blaze it up |
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I got 2 mo' of them phat hoes, late night and I ready to bust |
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Are you okay |
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Look like you got alot to say |
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Okay, come wit' it |
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Niggaz keep hidin' your ho, what you do that fo' |
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Me and Money Mark bee don' hit it, been don' split it |
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Okay playboy, fuck you say boy |
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Don't even much bring your ho 'round C |
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Niggaz y'all better quit fuckin' wit' me |
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Shut Up |
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Chorus: Trick Daddy (8x) |
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Duece Poppito: |
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Lay down, playboy what's up |
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What about the slugs in your head and your gut |
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What's up with the keys to your truck |
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Your niggaz ain't got B's in the cut |
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What's up with the safe, what's the combo |
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Open that shit nigga fuck all the convo |
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Say Shin, what's up wit' ya hatian |
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Party out, birds at the safehouse, waitin' |
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What's up why you struted D |
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I ain't 'bout shit but a quarter ki |
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Nigga ya better not be playin' me |
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You gon' bleed to death, you understand me |
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What's up you ready to go |
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You ready to tongue kiss with the new 4-4 |
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What's up fuck nigga say somethin' |
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Set your crime, ready to spray somethin' |
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Gun play, how I got the stripes |
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2-4-K turned out the lights |
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Gun play, how I got the stripes |
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2-4-K turned out the lights |
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Chorus: Trick Daddy (8x) |
