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[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks Still thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet that You can bet that I ride I shine, nigga you can bet that I smoke, I drank boy you can bet that 22's, 24's all we roll... I'm a dunk rider fa' sho [Verse 1] Everyday me and my dog we wylin 7-Tre 7-5 dope ridin' And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin' Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga tried me They already know, how I let him go Kill his ass and make sho' at his funeral How the hell a O.B. gon' try me? I'm O.G. on and off TV, see Middle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck yall Tryin to hate on my dawgs, hell fuck nah Why you hatin on a nigga like that Why you tryin' to stab a nigga in his back I know some niggaz don't like this But them niggaz is the reason I'm like this Fuck niggaz done made me mad I'm 'bout to snap 'n' put this K on his ass [Chorus] [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Hey I pull up Bentleys, lookin like they not annoyed Trunk popped up lookin like a Tonka Toy If you dont like it you know can get that Almond Joy (What?) Deez nuts nigga, wuddup Trick, I got ya boy I'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another call Ridin' wit my trunk popped up like I'm "Above The Law" Tires wet and nigga they still drippin' Armor-All Tell me you gon' fall, and I ain't got to use the arm at all Bet Daddy finna Trick 'em, finna flip the paper Chamillinator, me and Trick we finna shred a hater Tip the dinner waiter Trick 'em like we finna date her Get off ya sleeves let 'em breathe like a ventilator Hey, what can I say me and the King Of M.I.A Finna, (Hey) finna touch ya niggaz and ya finna pay Stay wit it hey you we aint finna play Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away [Chorus] [Verse 3: Trick Daddy & (Goldru$h) - {both}] (In the club wit my dogs we wylin' Two straight coup grey dome ridin) Look at cha boy go so many hoes Look in his mouf he got so many gold (Im sippin and I'm goin' Whole click, that's how we rollin') Stay fly, stay right if ya didn't know (And that's everywhere that we go) All I wanna do is Drive my Chevy through years And let 'em sweat the candy paint Aint it right?, ain't it tight?, ain't it nice?, yes Niggaz like, "Who painted that?" Candy apple green, lookin mean anywhere Tweety seat with the digital dash And a swat just right in the ass {They wanna know what I got in here I got shit when it hit betta run 'em up outta here} They ain't neva heard nuthin like that And they ain't even turned the bass up yet {I love aggressive music I smoke, I listen to it} I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it [Chorus] |
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