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trick daddy - bass lyrics

b-ss

[intro:]
this dedicated to all the real djs
all ’em n-gg-s in them chevy’s!

[verse 1:]
hey, what’s up, playa hatin n-gg-s need to shut the f-ck up (shut up)
cut it out
make my name taste like sh-t in ya mouth (doo! doo!)
same n-gg- that be talking this sh-t be the first n-gg- speak when i’m walking that b-tch
lame n-gg- that be hatin’ on trick jump right in they whip and go to funkin my sh-t!
you know how n-gg-s be (yes)
they ya dawg while ya there but they talk about you when you leave
i’m like f-ck n-gg-, please
you couldn’t get a blessing from me if you f-ck n-gg-, sneezed
up fire, like f-ck n-gg- freeze
don’t move dont mothaf-ckin, breathe!
see i was raised to be f-ck n-gg- free
if you don’t like what i’m sayin’, then f-ck n-gg-, leave!
i, stay far away from sucka n-gg-s
get money, live life like f-ck a n-gg-
you, you and your crew and some other sh-t
fake thugs who indulge in that sucka sh-t!

[chorus:]
i rep that mia whole state of the fla
and we known for the b-ss!!!
we got pills, got weed, got yay, sks, aks
and a whole lot of b-ss
where my dunk ryder n-gg-s at!
with the funk in the trunk
let ’em hear that b-ss
thugs n-gg- wanna feel that b-ss
all the ladies go crazy when they hear that b-ss

[verse 2:]
see, i’m a n-gg- thats straight out the hood
my momma, grand momma they straight out the woods
so if i’m ga alabama, or south carolina just know that i’m good
i, represent for the thug n-gg-s
start snappin go to slappin all the f-ck n-gg-
back hand any n-gg- wearin’ tight pants
f-ck n-gg- might as well wear lace wigs
b-tch -ss n-gg- you
you try too hard, and i ain’t feeling you
so here’s what i’m finna do
i’mma ask you to leave, and that’s what you better do!
right now, get ya p-ss -ss out
or later on they will tote ya -ss out
keep smokin, drinkin, thinkin this a mothauckin’ game, get hit up wit dem thangs!

[chorus:]
i rep that mia whole state of the fla
and we known for the b-ss!!!
we got pills, got weed, got yay, sks, aks
and a whole lot of b-ss
where my dunkryder n-gg-s at!
with the funk in the trunk
let ’em hear that b-ss
thugs n-gg- wanna feel that b-ss
all the ladies go crazy when they hear that b-ss

[verse 3:]
to the n-gg- wit the old school tape deck
say playa, can a n-gg- get a b-ss check
now that’s too much qual for your new car
and this b-ss too hard for ya ipod
my god, i hope you got a good heart
cause ol’ lord these speakers on steriods
can’t nan n-gg- rap like i rap
f-ck n-gg-s slick rap but they won’t step
its the n-gg-s like me who ya can’t scare
coming through with the middle finger in the air!
f-ck you, you and your whole crew
yo mammy, yo pappy, and ya hoe too
i, gives a f-ck what a n-gg- think
off rip be the first n-gg- in the paint.
you, you the n-gg- that will try to run
dial 911, say i got a gun!

[chorus:]
i rep that mia whole state of the fla
and we known for the b-ss!!!
we got pills, got weed, got yay, sks, aks
and a whole lot of b-ss
where my dunkryder n-gg-s at!
with the funk in the trunk
let ’em hear that b-ss
thugs n-gg- wanna feel that b-ss
all the ladies go crazy when they hear that b-ss

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