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Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go! <i>[Chorus: x4]</i> Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick You'z a trick (You'z a trick) Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig we thirty deep at the club we all iced out Clover G's party until they cut the lights off drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy on the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy when we get in town look at the line in the front boy now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right and half of my crew already got three stripes ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better that nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel if yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever <i>[Chorus]</i> Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it if the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it 24's on H2's drop top, candy blue ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh) I do drive but half of the time I'm too high alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh) cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up I don't know why these niggaz hate us but I'm a stay paid and chop on blades cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah) <i>[Chorus]</i> "You'z a trick" - <i>[repeated until the end]</i> |
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