Lyrics:
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I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
Real G's move in silence like gnocchi
Made an Asian bitch cream like mochi
She wanna eat oysters by the ocean
If I ain't drinking champagne then I'm
of bolts, like Microsoft edge
You motherfuckers should know, I am not dead, not yet.
(Nothing here lmfao)
I'm the guy that everyone's sleeping on.
Now
mind playing tricks on me I think my mind playing tricks on me
My mind playing tricks on me pulling circles pulling flips on
I'm infatuated
By the game
the breeze
You'll see I'm a phony and I'm gonna let you down
I'm a one trick pony in a one horse town
I'm just a one trick pony in a one horse town
I got me
chill in Detroit, on the sidewalk
City slicka, drink a little liquor
Want to see a trick? Suck my dick
B-Boy, down for my town
Some just love
Was the kid Lil Sean, fuck it
I get Detroit love anyway
Cool with Trick Trick, Detroit love any day
And see my passport is stamped
I go through customs
did trust your detractors
But I'm losing my love for your allies
They'll keep posting your praise like a praxis
Till they catch you in bed with the bad
they don't even like you
What your city like?
Shit, I'm from the city of Hoover
When bump and slide was robbin' the jeweler
I was in school but
Spring-time bunnies
Major
Let's travel to Asia
2nd nature to want to spend money on you like I'm famous
Something you can't fight baby
Like we met in a past
[x8]
[verse two]
So shut up motherfuckers as I laid the ink
When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink
When I'm in Chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild
Becky while I'm rolling up
Send my watch back to my jeweler, it ain't cold enough
Just a bunch of bad college chicks in the W with no clothes on
Trippy
ya
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya
One way or another, I'm
in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars and at night I make the bars
If only they could read
Where ya at? What's goin' on?
Them bitches in Detroit, they got it goin' on
Freak bone, to the biggie breaka dawn
Big fat booty you gotta put me
was smoky grey
Nothing like the good old days
Well I got a fever that I'm fighting
I don't need your company
Leave me in my misery
I can
the good old days
Well I got a fever that I'm fighting
I don't need your company
Leave me in my misery
I can take the rebound just like lightning
the shade feel like I'm chillin' in pavilions
Na, full cooler, full fridge
Canon balls of the bridge like we did we was kids
This my summertime jam
This my
ya
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya
One way or another, I'm
me the love
She used to walk pass me now she begging me to fuck
I used to give her 40 now she say it ain't enough
I'm tied in big knots
Pockets filled
dirty things
You signed up for this
You volunteerd for this mission
Even when you cooking in the kitchen
Im witcha
Lemme taste that cake
cnd you
ain't coming down
No no I ain't coming down, I ain't coming down
Now that my visions more clearer this is for hate on Royce in Detroit era
I know
ya
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya
One way or another, I'm
gone for too long
Know i ain’t eating you right
I’m tired of fronting bitch
You who I need in my life
Why the hell you had to go & move to LA?
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