nigga to come save me, one who pamper me And bathe me and make me wanna swallow his baby Talk thug shit while he fuck me crazy From the back or in the
but it?s the only way to go/ She turned a trick/got a bare buck/food to eat/ The bills are due in one week/so she?ll be back on the street/ She get a
arm at all Bet Daddy finna Trick 'em, finna flip the paper Chamillinator, me and Trick we finna shred a hater Tip the dinner waiter Trick 'em like we
A straight thug Mama was a G Daddy was a G Nothin' left for him to be But a thug Motherfuckin' thug Nothin' left for him to be but a thug Motherfuckin' thug
[Intro - Trey Songz] Trick Daddy Dollaz Eightball, Trey Songz We high [Trick Daddy - Intro continued] Good evening ladies and gentleman This is you're
' nigga My first words was curse words Shit, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid And I was raised by pimp, hoes and mobsters Taught the game by
you bitch. [Machine:] No, Fuck you. [Kiki:] Why the fuck is you arguing with me? You ain't real... [Machine:] Realer than you bitch... Please, do not call Trick Daddy
put her song on it's like 'Girls gone Wild' 'Cause she the headliner and the girl poor and proud But if they break it down she'll slow it down And look back
cause they hustle. [chorus x2] [verse 2] Im doin this one for the thugs, and them niggas on the corner every morning gettin money, Yes sir, and those who died by
got no sack, give the crackas they money back Wit half a weed and these whole DD, oh, nigga I'm smokin' that I smoke 'em back to back, a whole dime or
Kane is in the building nigga The daddy dollas, dollas Get nasty, come on Stig, stig, stig, stig, stig Stig, stig, stig, stig, stig Who told you to
mouth 18 on the block, nigga got them thangs out Birdman Stunna, nigga, we don't sit in jail Real niggas do real thangs, you know we make bail Trick
Bet Daddy finna Trick 'em, finna flip the paper Chamillinator, me and Trick we finna shred a hater Tip the dinner waiter Trick 'em like we finna date
wanna be, so he's gonna be, a straight thug his mama was a G and daddy was a G ain't nothin left for him to be but a thug (repeat chorus) This is a
no sack give the crackas they money back Wit half a weed and these whole DD oh nigga I'm smokin that I smoke em back to back a whole dime or half bag
In His Mouth, Make Him Shit In His Droors And You Better Not Flinch At All Cuz All Bets Are Off If This Bitch Go Off. Shoots Clean Through The Back Of
Song On Its Like Girls Gone Wild Cause She The Headliner And The Girl Poor And Proud But If They Break It Down She'll Slow It Down And Look Back At It
Ling Bitch, say my name. I'm King Ding-a-Ling Courts back in session. Release the hoes. Bitch, back to the scrolls. You know daddy got a plan for you. and daddy
