Lyrics:
tactics
No rabbit in a hat tricks
Just that classic
Rap shit from Jurassic
Let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live
tactics
No rabbit in a hat tricks
Just that classic
Rap shit from Jurassic
Let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live
And these folks decide to crush her wings until there permanently broke
She rides gusts of wind just by the way she spoke
She crys but loves to sing songs
a warrant
English please, I feel like a monkey swinging through the trees
English please, can't hear you when you're lying through your teeth
Half of it
can't rely
I tell you that it's all a lie
Young nigga, you just gotta try
Keep your eyes up on the sky
Don't let your dreams pass you by
'Coz somebody
the chicken like Kung Pao
AR cuttin' through shit, Kung Lao
Guns from Israel, Africa, Moscow
On top of my gang, can't see nothin' below me
Y'all can't hold me
Forgetting what the time is
Watch the clock
My eyelids drop
Slip into sleep
Trying not to count sheep
Man that trick is so cheap
Gotta eat
Maybe it's the weed
cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you
Before you say what I think, take a deeper look
Why are these people so poor that they need this work
No
Clothes different
You caint fit in my jeans
Giving thottie bi***es nothing
Buddha pockets
Just to hold up the breesh
Gimme neck aint no discussion
Tailing
of Laid Lonnie.
I live by the game, that's what I'm all about.
The bitch started trippin' so we had to fall out.
Think I'm supposed to pay, 'cause
no one
When the live niggas after you
Where you gonna run you mouth got in it your
Ass can’t get you out
Next time hold your tounge
You wouldn’t have
up and peep some game from me
[Chorus:]
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
BI-ITCH (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
Nigga you
never through. We will never let ourselves quit. Through the blood and spit, still we hold ourselves together by our grips. Have to live our lives even
Live alone die alone
Or die alone never live
Niggas backdooring niggas in they on crib
You can't judge the way we is that's how we all live
Punching in
'em big (skrrt)
We went on two hits a day when brodie bought a seal (back to back)
I can't even add the cake, feel like I'm doin' trick (woo)
(VERSE 1)
Even though you were fooled
I was on my guard
Cheap tricks for money
The magician man
Tacky gag, whacky lines
He was at this best
favorite
Now I wonder if this living's even worth it
If I can't make a song that I consider perfect
I fear I live along the brim of saying way too much
backing out
You have a duty
I cannot sing it, duty or not
Christine, Christine
You don't have to, they can't make you
Please monsieur, another note
about dunn? uh?
Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking (can't understand)
Whattup, I don't know baby
Nah man, it's not, it's not yo word up
I'm tellin you
can't fill the pages this chapter in your life is coming to an end
Hold myself to a standard that you could never reach ,pull with each hand I'm gripping
Falling icicle my morning view
Blizzard wind pick up through broken window
While I snooze, another day betrayed by booze
Escape like Mister Hyde each
a Cheap Trick
Gettin' lost in the sauce like footage of Deep Kick
Rain in the desert comes once in a blue moon
Never to return too soon, making its own
a white flag embracing defeat
Is like a paraplegic stomping his feet
Sharing your two cents but talk is cheap
You're claiming a lot but I need a receipt
If
a night
How you do that trick to hypnotize ?
Me in a shuffle dance, you by the light
I think it's time to fix our glances
just in time to lick you beside
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