Lyrics:
the trenches you goin ride or die
No more looking back the past I wave bye bye
Having loyalty you're always by my side
She keep on eyeing me and said that you
to live without you by my side
By my side, you're by my side
Oh my, sweet red wine
You're gonna be my valentine
Tastes so good right off the vine
Baby,
when ur dead so just relax babe
Huh
No I do not want to settle
Good and evil let's meet at middle
The rest of you should stop meddling
Spend some time in
While we rule by blind madness and pure greed
Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion
Through the aeons, and on and on
Oh yes we'll
days reacting to what
They bring good things come our way
Followed by bad things we struggle
As best we can to gain some control
Because being helpless
Trick Daddy Dollaz
Eightball, Trey Songz
We high
Good evening ladies and gentleman
This is you're captain speakin' to ya
I'd like to welcome
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
doin', get-it get-it while you can
By the eighth, by the ounce, when it's gone I'ma bounce
It's the F-L-A-V, no if's or maybe's
You know what I do,
Hit-Boy on a hit boy
You turned up and I'mma bring the action
When you hear this in the club
You're gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
You're gonna
a light, nigga?
Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas
War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures
They mix us like mimosas, hang
candles, you're a superstar
Oh shit, here we are, champagne, caviar
Poke your lips out, blow them candles, you're a superstar
Happy birthday, happy
Sawcy Dogé...
There's no other nucca in the world like Sawcy
I go by many names, lady killer like Bobby V
If I need to then I'm staunching, cop
Hey DJ (you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
Turn table let's bless me on my stereo
been too long
Better get your vaccine cuz you’re lookin so pretty
Been a long time, in the club, we would grind
Just because we’re 30-mmh doesn’t mean
You’re now in the mix with Black Baethoven
Don’t get carried away, what it do, what it do)
Don’t get carried away, what it do, we the crew
Don’t get
a flower
And if you real good, your game all about the gizzal
But never mix business with pleasure
You really want me? Prove to me that you're down for
a flower
And if you real good, your game all about the gizzal
But never mix business with pleasure
You really want me? Prove to me that you're down for
in the mix on a Friday night, Friday night
Me and my guys lookin' oh so tight, oh so tight
Bounced from the crib to the car,
From the car on our way
life so good, can't ever stop
Vibin' in the studio, spittin' these bars
Yeah, mix it up, mix it up
Mix up the strains, mix up the vocals
Get some more
you
Think you can school me? Better get to class early dude
Pussy boys ain't spook me, what's spooky is my serpents tooth
Your rhymes are hollow, you're
MMMBop
You have so many relationships in this life
Only one or two will last
You're going through all this pain and strife
Then you turn your back
Just get off wall,let's have a ball
The '70's are gone,it's the '80's ya'll
Grab a flygirl by the hand and ask her to dance
c'mon fellas don't be
you better lock your door
Five, six beatnuts in the mix
Seven, eight now let's get it straight
Nine, ten for everybody that slept
YOU better watch your
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
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