Lyrics:
on the street (in the hills)
In my pussy past 12 late night spree (trick)
What's her name? (What's her name?), Yung Miami (Yung Miami)
Hood bitch act up, need
head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
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
told that her, I said its cool
Get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rode her in my caddy when she yelled my name
I told her
The bass starts roll bid your fans farewell
'Cause the chance of you winnin' is like snowin' in hell
My rhymes are more than a tasket, a tisket
Too
freakin her she so freaky she sleeps in the 3-point stance
[Hook: Trick Daddy (Young Jeezy)]
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta
to marry and see a couple in thug matrimony
[Chorus w/ more new T-Double ad libs]
[Verse Three: Trick Daddy]
I need a woman that's down for me, one
[Trick Daddy]
Who dat? She was the world's greatest, dick sucker
Play the note with the tongue while, finger fuck her
I hit it in the dark in the back
'Cause me and my clique we don't give a fuck nigga (we don't give a fuck nigga)
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil' Jon
Let's go, let's go
If you
'Cause me and my clique we don't give a fuck nigga (we don't give a fuck nigga)
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil' Jon
Let's go, let's go
If you
as that ass still shake
(Yeah, Yeah)
I ain't really tryna tip her
Miami Dolphins
Ima flip her
(Yeah, Yeah)
You ain't know it was that season
Chase a bag for
down the street, and I'm lookin fly-hy
I'm lookin fly
Walk on by
Walk on by
Trick Daddy
Yes sir
I wear my pants hanging off
Daddy's little girl
They used to fix your hair up in pretty ribbons and curls
Your sex drive was much deeper than the rest of the girls
You used to freak
like Trick Daddy in Slick Caddy
Won't stop till Vizzy get this Grammy
Word to Mammie, and word to grammie I do it this shit for Brooklyn & Miami
Living
hey
Bitches know I keep that 'cane on
Me they call me old head
Walk up in the strip club buy who
I want then I go hey i live in Miami but the
Bitches
[Trick Daddy]
'Posed to be...
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha-ha-ha
America (America)
Sweet land
on a thumbtack
Little by little, the bigger the gain
The deeper the pockets the shallower the mind frame
I lost myself too easily, gave myself up in need
Now
The bass starts roll bid your fans farewell
'Cause the chance of you winnin' is like snowin' in hell
My rhymes are more than a tasket, a tisket
Too
nigga i know
Just like candy
Told me to spit in his mouth
He tryna get fancy
Nigga flew me outta Jersey
I let him touch it in Miami
I know my freak
just took a minute
And I be sliding by myself
Cause I don't need nobody
In the bathroom in the tub, man
Trying to free somebody
Niggas posted up with
My boy this crack not patties
And i made a nip in the alley
I wanted to shine like high beam
She wanna trip in miami
She wanna trick on a daddy
be gone by morning
Yea Im going in
Yea Im going in
Promise I’ll be back then I go again
You know I be dolo
I can't roll with them
So tell me why you so
Man, man, this shit crazy (crazy, crazy)
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (blrrrd, they flavors)
This murder shit ain't nothin'
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