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Trick Daddy

But ay trick daddy battle up for this nigga Well, let me get to my hustle I got bricks, grams, and bundles I got ki's in the muffler Birdman daddy CMB

teachers ain't like me But make it so bad, Pearl had seven more like me If you growed up the way I did you gots to understand Trick love the kids, Trick

Uh huh, yeah, aw, man I got a sweet tooth, can you dig it? After this one you gon' need a root canal I love sugar all of it This one for all the nice

bitchs, bad bitchs [Trick Daddy] Fuck dem hoes [Trina] Fuck dem niggas [Trick Daddy] Fuck you too hoe [Trina] Fuck you nigga [Chorus: 1 Trick Daddy

'm still a pimp I don't really want ya but I just pretend 'Cause I damn near kick it with you the same way I be trippin' out with them Trick daddy won

It's hard for a nigga just to breathe in the streets Let alone trying to make cheese in the streets Nigga's bleeding in the streets So I don't go, unless

okay what's up? Shut up Okay, who's the baddest bitch Been real, been rich, been done had this shit Big Benz, big house and shit That's right, okay I been down with Trick

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

G And daddy was a G But nothin' left for him to be But a thug This is a story bout a young nigga Who's mama was a whore and his daddy was a drug dealer