Lyrics:
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
ahead and call me gay
We know I make you butt sore
Sweaty and played out just like a cheap and
Rugged hump whore in a dump boy
What you wantin' dehydrated
negated
So real talk, What was that? (Huh?)
Was it all a mind trick to only make your ex mad by gettin' new-new real quick (Rah)
That's real low, I mean it
negated
So real talk, What was that? (Huh?)
Was it all a mind trick to only make your ex mad by gettin' new-new real quick (Rah)
That's real low, I mean it
Dreams are coming
And it’s coming very soon
Album Mode on reboot
We’re on our way to the moon
It’s only been a minute, but it only been a month
Album
with the trick
Years pass by, now you stuck with the trick
Fighting more and more now you're fed up with the trick
But you knew that was a [ho] when
cause I know majors
Back to my music, back to my papers
Back to the paparazzi stuffing our faces
Back to my boy whose discussing my wages
One by one
hoes mad
I'm that fly chick all these lames wish they had
Big ol booty, make him trick off all his cash
Keep em' in 2 bags, his feelings and his cash
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
and sacrifices.
Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you care?
Holding the vision, but losing our
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
want all my M's
But my shit ain't cheap
I don't have no friends
All our my family
They pay 6 men deep
I give quality
They just one trick ponies
All they
than a bachelor pad
We’re here to take our city back - capture the flag
Setting next year’s fads, y’all still rappin’ ‘bout swag
Get your album shrink
my trick ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward, you fall back
Every album that I drop has got more
cin't no life fair
cll your cheap tricks
Blinded by the glare
So you all surrender to the game
Crash and fall
Then still have the nerve to complain
niggas have me
Somewhere doin’ double digit's
(Real life shit) don't run my mouth
'cause I know talk is cheap (Chh)
Besides, can't let these niggas trick
a murder
My aunt
Just started
Seizures
My lighter
Went out of fumes
TV
Playin my tunes
My mind playin
Tricks on me
Talkin to someone
But nobody
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
the deep south
If I start to fade I might need to hit the reroute
Get up out my face if you racing for some cheap clout
We don't, we don't, we don't green
corny white man
Call me the heavenly body baby you can call me heaven sent
Your talk is cheap, my talk is golden goose, your talk irrelevant
You could
But honestly, that's fine by me
Promises in fairy tales
Cheap tricks and pink thrills
We started talking and messing around
It's not too long till we
up
Don’t give a fuck about no trick so I’m just gon’ get my bread up
Uh, yeah, I’m fed up
Don’t go try and spout the rules when you know that you ain’t
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