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dj clue? - my niggaz dem lyrics

[trick daddy]
for the n-ggas, my n-ggas, ya’ll n-ggas

[trina]
for my b-tchs, bad b-tchs

[trick daddy]
f-ck dem hoes

[trina]
f-ck dem n-ggas

[trick daddy]
f-ck you too hoe

[trina]
f-ck you n-gga

[chorus: 1 trick daddy & trina]
[td] i keep a d-ck in these hoes for my n-ggas dem
[tr] i’m bezold out with gats for my b-tchs dem
[td] straight muttin’ these hoes that’s for my n-ggas dem
and if you with me
[together]
then you’s a balla’!
[tr] i demand respect for my b-tchs dem
[td] neva’ lovin’ these hoes that’s for my n-ggas dem
[tr] i keep you n-ggas in check that’s for my b-tchs dem
and if you with me
[together]
then you’s a balla’!

[verse 1: trick daddy]
they wanna know why n-ggas like me (like me)
talkin’ bout b-tchs in the street
walk a rock about b-tchs don’t speak if i say “hi”
i try to f-ck ya
knowin’ d-mn well you a young d-ck sucka’
half dead
half women, half men
g-y as f-ck
lookin’ all toe-up
like you just had woke up
mouth smellin’ like -ss, d-ck, sh-t, and through up
hold up
and this is for my n-ggas dem
about them raga-dee b-tchs cuz i’m sick of them
home-hoes like trina going to save your -ss
but you a grown -ss women b-tch baze your -ss!

[chorus 2: trick daddy & trina]
[tr] i demand respect for my b-tchs dem
[td] neva’ lovin’ these hoes that’s for my n-ggas dem
[tr] i keep you n-ggas in check that’s for my b-tchs dem
and if you with me
[together]
then you’s a balla’!
[td] i keep a d-ck in these hoes for my n-ggas dem
[tr] i’m bezold out with gats for my b-tchs dem
[td] straight muttin’ these hoes that’s for my n-ggas dem
and if you with me
[together]
then you’s a balla’!

[verse 2: trina]
you gots no bucks?
you gets no f-ck
you better find you a foot dragon slow mutt
you got big bucks?
you like the trick bucks?
you lookin’ for a quick nut and a d-ck suck?
n-gga please
i been touchin’ dem bees
and i ain’t stuck on my knees
for no couple of gz
this game ain’t nothin’ to me
got n-ggas stuntin’ for me
from the n.y.c to the florida keys cuz
lil’ momma i’m real one
p-ssy worth a trillion
pull them v’s out n-gga stop pillion
now you still wanna f-ck i don’t think so
i ain’t no corduroy b-tch i’m a mink coat

[chorus 2]

[verse 3: trina]
ah! you wanna cheap f-ck
find a cheap hoe for that
you got 10 gz it takes much more for that
you got 30 grand add 15
i’ll pull out the handcuffs and the wiped cream
cherry’s and strawberries we could do big things
pull the camera out play it on the big screen
l!ck your lips you know this p-ssy taste real great
the realist one, i’m tryin to get it like kim gates

[trick daddy]
can’t no b-tch come between me, my flow, my clique
hoes we pimps we ain’t pimpin’ d-cks
and after we f-ck you ganna remember this
wants some up, bling, bald head b-tch
i be d-mned if i pimp ya’ll hoes
i’ll damage ya’ll scandales -ss, amateur -ss hoes
one pound of c-ck and one genseen
a fifth of gen, and b-tch and let the beatin begin
i’m your daddy hoe
and b-tch i drive a chevey not a caddie hoe
the king dig-a-ling that is
you cheap bragin’ about the head
i wanna see how mean that is

[chorus 1]

[dj clue]
roc-a-fella!
fresh out!
my n-gga gene!
domings!
my n-gga damarco!

- dj clue lyrics

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