to eat ?cause I?m a flirt Please believe it unless your game is tight and you trust her Then don't bring her 'round me because I?m a flirt Kels, T.I., T-Pain Ladies, if your man ain't
undercover Call a girl out a name, yo I ain't no lover I'm a pimp, mack daddy, lookin for the dollar At thirteen I bought a six-fo' Impala Rollin, and
honey Money is my bitch Aah money, money, money Yeah, that bitch treat me like a trick Ohh money, you my honey She says without her I can't be rich I won't
at you cats, you that corny Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you And Vinnie Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter do you should understand that I ain't really
a smile Cause I ain't punched a fagg*t in his teeth in a while But meanwhile we just tryin' to shine Tryin' to get mine, try to get a grip for my mom [
with me stuck with me, we ain't leaving the game and keep it dirty cause we never had a reason to change we keep it the same, start a war with the glock
And I'm a righteous thug that's brutally defacing you And you don't want no war -- it ain't a game, Daddy I'll spit a bunch of slugs into your fucking
a dikey bitch like you And I don't like a bitch like you I'll fight a bitch like you Ol' trifling bitch like you Ain't no telling what you might do
talkin' about (You know who I'm talkin' about) That's right, you ain't shit without your homeboyz You ain't shit without your homeboyz You ain't shit
just for us Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood Y'knahmean where do niggaz go when we die? Ain't no Heaven for a thug nigga, that'
I'ma ride till my daughters like "Daddy are we there yet?" Ain't no priest in the streets, only drugs before miracles See more keys than a lot of Hammer
is some sick shit said I'm smackin' bitches wit my dick head And yellin' 'All tricks dead' And if you paid for the pussy ain't nothin' wrong To her
though your droppin' loads (Get it girl, get it girl) You're a jazzy chick not a ho (Get it girl, get it girl) Let 'em know you ain't 'bout no games
huh Okay, Shut Up [Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x)] Ah ha, Okay What's Up, Shut Up [Trick Daddy:] Ridin' 'round in my brand new, '99, 4 do', Volvo I got a
it is When I thug through these streets I mob with my dawgs And these hogs play for keeps You'll sleep deep in a grave For misbehaving Inhalin the chronic smoke It ain't
baby, it's natural With charm is how I grasp you God bless me When a nigga ha-choo When a nigga ha-choo When a nigga ha-choo God bless me When a nigga
car like it ain?t my whip But I?m fucking your chicks like it ain?t my dick So when they?re asking for their baby, daddy, I ain?t it, shit So what if
a street mentality, a reality Neighborhood warfare, that brings home casualties And just because I moved out the residence It don't mean that I can't