Lyrics:
gets green like Jack and the Beanstalk
And I do them hoes stone cold, Steve Austin
If you talkin' 'bout money
Don't be bluff or cheap talkin'
My team
Why'd you do what your ex did to you
Adds up to three, but it's the two-times table
Leading on me and playing someone new
Now she sleeps by my
cake daddy's askin', how I make that girl cry
I kept the bank roll, n' shot da' rubber band in her eye
It was bad enough, you was gettin' paid
the blunt ash
Realizin' my dreams
Kissin' the pacific sky
The purple haze brain remain open
To changin' tides
I desire knowledge by nature
Word
In a fancy private school, in rural Illinois
Everybody knew ninth-grader Coy McCoy
He submitted homework written by "the Wiz"
The teachers let it
like yo- I mean- what the f**k is the point? What’s all that talking for? Talk is cheap. I’m a Ridah n***a
[Chorus]
No matter what I gotta do or where I
This for all you bitches out here still talking that shit
You know all that talk, but talk is real cheap
Come on, meet me up
Let's talk it over
a magic trick
Nine months later, got a baby by the baddest bitch
If your name ain't on your chain, you ain't shit yet
Nigga you don't smoke exotic, how
best friend
Surrounded by some solid okes
Hai nina enihleka all the jokes
I like the girl and she ain't have to boast
Then I wifed her after teaching her
That was walking by his side and moving her hips
We look at him, freakin'him, what's that trick?
Who do you pretend to be? Johnny in the Cry baby
big weed burn cool by the pack
Watch your back New Orleans is a fool like that
Out the blue you crooked punishments choose to jack
You might see me
Sure if u tricken dont Trick to Cheap
If u clicken then clique 2 Deep Stay low key n be wit Females
You wit yo nigga only 1 of yall can be frail
I pick
I'm going to send my voice
For all you girls and boys
All that noise coming from your cheap toys
Oh the joys of being an open minded skeptic
Check this
McGee
By the time he was six Marcus knew all the tricks
And he'd made bags of money, selling cheap pogo sticks
So he built a grand house overlooking
That sexy little girl
She had no father figure
The Catholic skirt
Put a hurtin' on the father's *?$*#
Table dances - they don't cum cheap
the emperor wore
Trouble follows you. Ain't that what you're looking for
Good lord baby. You're undone brick by brick
And we both know. Your love is just
he be geeked
Ya boy said ya bitch be the one then you know
His ass done beat
Girl I can tell by ya lil tongue ring
I alrey' know you a freak
Bitch he
a cheap trick, like a bad magician
And in this rap game, I'm a mathematician
I'm trying to multiply and shorties making bad decisions
Time to paint the town
a solitary tune
Telling of a man who finds his way to rack and ruin
A story of a fleeting love that ended back in June
A longing for the kind of girl I never
huggies
Never been a trick you ain't getting nothin from me
Stepping in my Ricks just a lil something something
Hunnids in abundance
Like a bungee got it
Cheap trick I’m reciprocating
Play no games this ain’t Sega
No love lost serve on Serene
Out this world girl you’re my Venus I’m in
I think I’m in love
In these times of cheap appeal?
Like an old dancing girl
Who has to strip for her next meal?
Oh i know you don't mean it
When you snap
Its just that
shoulda been a white
Girl you basic trick
Kick flip to the X-Game review my own roast
Yeah he mad I forgot his stupid ass name
Cremation of a artist
I'll
gone
Yeah she's safe in that oasis in the sun
Yes she's already gone
On a small bed, an empty bottle by her head
The fan above plays tricks with her
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