(Trick Daddy Talking) Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting Page County You know what I'm saying
your baby daddy mad Now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad Shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad Now shake that ass and make your baby daddy
Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night I'm goin' all way out 'bout mine Best in a biscuit shot 'bout mine Hoes get slapped in the mouth 'bout mine Prices stay
People got to have money (Gangsta) Just like that (Just like that) My recipe for murda (Murda) Couple pounds of brown (Pounds of brown) Couple DT's (Couple
Kane is in the building nigga The daddy dollas, dollas Get nasty, come on Stig, stig, stig, stig, stig Stig, stig, stig, stig, stig Who told you to
Another anthem for the thugs, Dade County's finest Look what God done gave me, look what God done done And even though I'm thuggin', God's been good to
I ain't really here to play no games girl You already know my name yeah Freaky deaky 'cause it ain't no thang yeah B ba da da da da I ain't really here
'Tis the season to be jolly Jolly, for what? Hell if I know I just don't get it, tell it like it is It's on, truth hurts, yo It's like the sun in the
call me, he won't call me? ?Who won't call you, who won't call you, slow down, slow down? ?Trick, yeah, I keep callin' him? ?You fuck Trick? ?Yeah? ?
wut is that? Saaalllsaaa Madenga Fuckin Latin (Trick in the background) Ohhh Madenngee So no trick daddy? No no trick daddy Do you like trick daddy? YES So you not selling Trick Daddy
art in Heaven It must be the devil 'cause somethin' wrong with these niggaz Nope and crazy ain't the word They say the stupid shit like trick, why don
Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's alright baby Everything gone be gravy later, that's right Ah, this is the time when we take time to remember All
Ya dirty dollars huh, yours truly I know ya'll been waitin' for it and it's about time ain't it What I'ma need ya'll to do, since I got what you want
I feel like I'm too hard to die, man I feel like I can't see faded, you know? I feel like can't no nigga fade me I feel like I'm the hardest nigga to
Being that I'm real I feel you need a man in your life child Somebody black, bald headed, plus buck wild They call me Trick Daddy dollars A real woman
't stop like puffin' it Whether it's crack or rap hustlin' 'cause we drop the hits that'll funk the hardest Radio gon' play this regardless S-N-S, bust like an SKS Betta ask somebody who the best (Yes) [Hook] [Trick Daddy
I got a bitch with pearls a bitch teeth with golds A bitch on da shelf and a bitch that's sold I got a bitch down low and a bitch Im doing publicly A
Reason being is seeing that he's a dope dealin' Bitch, you'se a fiend you want dick You want much flow but I can't pay you, ho You dissed Trick and now