Lyrics:
be friends, no need to front, let's be friends
Because I know you want to fuck
Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got her ready
on the Nina
(Blow the bag)
Ima sparlish bish i give sassy tricks
You wanna play with me then get Ratchet wit it
(Pop pop)
Ima sparlish bish i do bossy shit
I
Only trick fast food on a broad
Picture me putting jewels on a broad
I'd rather put shoes on the card
And a pool in the yard
You don't really wanna fool
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
Wasting all my time
Just wish I could get back to 2009
do you still have your Xbox?
Why'd I sell me Wii?
We'll plug into my laptop
Cause Jake broke the TV
for the snow man
You don't want drama
Trust me I can get hot like lava
So on point in the war
The government wanna find out if
I've been chatting
do if you still want to get married? I’m glad you asked.
In the 1970’s Russian scientists were trying to find a way to make cheap synthetic rubies for
Some people don't care what you want to hear
And everybody's talking while they're stringing me along
I'll go by what you do
Cause talk is cheap
like I'm Beckham Or Messi
Appointed Anointed God made me holy
Stood by the store again bags here we go again
Want to be more than valor dictorian
Wanted
wants me to go into the tunnel
I told her jump on the train
Now she got my number stored in her
Phone book under a secret name
When it comes to ladies
'm gettin' cash with it
Pretty face, slim waste, fat ass with it.
[CHORUS-Repeats]
(Trick Daddy) VERSE3: See I can tell by yo' smile
Girl you got yo' freak
if you, ever fuck around with me I'll lift you
it's however you want it
long as I ain't gotta ride with you (Waaaaaoooooo!)
[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
camera shy
Do what you want that's cool with me
(Woo woo)
Roc new clothes new jewelry
(Woo woo)
Stomp on them holes
Those shoes ain't cheap
(Aaaaa)
and take off the same night
I'm so bossy
Bitch, get off me
Trick, get off me
You cant get shit off me
I'm so flossy
No 6's on Sprees
Laid back,
and take off the same night
I'm so bossy
Bitch, get off me
Trick, get off me
You cant get shit off me
I'm so flossy
No 6's on Sprees
Laid back,
shopped Sax
I know you cant afford to give me my time back
Such a cheap thrill, deleting ya contact
But first I want my
I want my
Hoodie back
Gimme my
making ends
Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Now i'm bout to take it back to 84
bitches, I, I, I got, I got
(Ask me, ask her) i don't want that trick
You can have that bop
I don't want that trick
You can have that bop
I don't want that
don't want nobody watching me
Hope you fucking die, pray to God you step on legos
I am not no saint but best believe I'm not the devil
Or fuck it maybe I
but now I'm alarmed with a cheap date
They think I'm charge
I really let God do his work in a new way
Money's not power
Well how do you love?
Money's
went from rocks to zines
Writin' raps and movies
I went from trustin' these tricks
Now they all want to sue me so fuck 'em all!
Tech's in the place,
you do to me whenever we touch
That makes me begin to want your touch, a little too much
Tricks, wonderful tricks, though I say no
I know, you know, I
tricks
Get my drift?
Heard you want smoke like a spliff
Talkin’ that mess you get hit
Brother, I’m looking for blood like a Crip (No affiliation)
They
tricks
She's made her mind up when she leaves you behind
Hidden in the lean to mute the feeling inside
You know hoes familiar with that blow and cheap
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