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trick daddy - bout mine lyrics

trick daddy)
b-tch i’ll kill ya, fo’ night

(hook x2)
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 the same and they drop bout mine

(verse 1, money mark)
you f–ks with t double d then you f-cks with we
now you runnin’ round duckin’ me
young n-gg- with a ak better than ananda lee
i send them killers where ya mama be
i be money m to the izzay, r to the kizzay
come through choppin’ ya block i don’t plizzay
got dolo for the low, then hit the 2 way
peace to uncle lisle i miss him everyday, hey
love dough and love to hate hoes
love to pull n-gg- bout mine lil’ nose
n-gg- tryna hold me back, i’m throwin’ ‘bows
i’m a treal -ss n-gg-, that’s how sh-t goes

(rick ross)
you can never f-ck with me, i’ll just flow harder
cl 6 sittin’ low on those (?)
i’m a philly man, but i don’t blow garbage
got sweet d-ck, most of these hoes got it
ain’t no love, you see how the feds do us
wanna eat like rust and some for tear lucas
haul that blunt to a n-gg- share mucas
body on ’em so what, look up we had shooters
(?) take all tinted route
hand guns, razor blades comin’ out of the mouth
borderline rapper, come see me but twin 49 rapper
it’s more to mine rapper
saw that rhyme after, yeah, got the right gat
eat with the 2 way they scared to write back
lay n-gg-s down like this? no like ‘dat
no whoever ran, make ’em come back like crack

(duece poppi)
you better worry bout you, don’t worry bout me
i pop three, out the drop-e
i smoke brocoli, you know we got d
duece poppi and t double d
we got them ak sh-lls and they hot as h-ll
crackin’ back to the white meat like lobster tails
poppin sh-lls, quick to crack your breastbone
tore his head off ’cause he had his vest on
12 gauge, shoot ten times for haters
n-gg-s curlin’ up like activators
fake -ss thugs, stop with them lies
you ain’t rapped like that when tupac was alive

(hook x2)

(verse 2, mystic)
i’m not gonna f-ck with you n-gg-, ’cause i don’t know you my
n-gg-
so don’t you f-ck with me or my dogs
n-gg- i’m for real about mine, and my dogs ready to kill bout
mine
i chill, smoke crip and send orders
off all those po-po’s and armed forces, f-ck ’em
they don’t wanna see me fly, i don’t trust ’em
they probably wanna see me die, that why
hold the fire, and keep it closed and keep an open eye
for them haters and hoes, ’cause i don’t play about mine
goin’ deep, pray about mine
know baby had to spray about mine, ak about mine
f–k that you’ve been warned too many times
how you feel bout yours, n-gg- i’m ten times worse
you gettin’ revenge but n-gg- mine will get you cursed
so please don’t f–k around with me
’cause my dogs will bust around at he
whoever obsessed, me boy, don’t test me boy
touch me, my dog’ll wetcha boy

(trick daddy)
most n-gg-s get rich, get goats
i went out and got guns, united my folks (my folks)
pour it out for the ones we lost, now b-tch
throw it up ‘fore i blow it up
you ain’t know i was a g m-th-f-cka
you don’t really wanna see me m-th-f-cka
i’m a thug n-gg-, fo’ life
b-tch 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 the same and they drop bout mine
runnin’ in your grandmami house bout mine
i ain’t slippin’, i got my nine
plus duece got his, you better think twice b-tch ’cause you got
kids
plus, i know what you did, add that to the fact i know where you
live
thug life and you know how it is
sh-t don’t stop till a n-gg- get killed (killed, killed, killed,
get killed)

(hook x2)

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