trick daddy – n word (feat. tre+6 & duece poppi) lyrics
(chorus)
i spit game wit the n word
brothers make slang for n word slang
i slang cane and others thangs for n word slang
and lease be the blame for n word n-gga
(trick daddy)
you know me n-gga
i don’t know you my n-gga
here’s what must go through my n-gga
go get with ya crew my n-gga
tell rush round here for i do y’all n-ggas
cause i’m straight chillin my n-gga
ex-con ex-dope dealer my n-gga
i ain’t trippin but i’m chillin my n-gga
and i ain’t scared of none of y’all n-ggas
i will count my flow right in front y’all n-ggas
i will k!ll ever one of y’all n-ggas
c-ck my 45 and go to gunning y’all n-ggas
i will ever one of y’all n-ggas
n-gga
(chorus)
(deuce poppito)
i am off da my n-gga
smoking marijuana in the range my n-gga
getting brains
real n-ggas do things my n-ggas
we spittin flames with motherf–kin thangs n-gga
i will take it to ya whole squad my n-gga
word to god my n-gga
i got ? but rather get hard my n-gga
? at the neighborhood park my n-gga
what you say young n-gga
slip n slide ain’t got guns young n-gga
got funds young n-gga
dumb n-gga
get ya for motherf–kin ones
and turn you news into none
n-gga
(chorus)
(c.o.)
yo my n-gga
i’m c.o. n-gga
you better slow yo roll my n-gga
n-gga
and that’s word to buddy roe my n-gga
so why should i give a f–k about a ho n-gga
i’m a go get ya n-gga
i can get the ? to da floor (let em know ny n-gga)
that’s how it go my n-gga
i’m go lock it down from the door my n-gga
that’s fo sho my n-gga
(trick daddy)
and i got ya back my n-gga
everywhere i go i be strap
you bet my n-gga
and on top of that do be a ?
its all good you know i got stacks my n-gga
we rob banks my n-gga
and we are the only ones smoking stank my n-gga
we runnin through the b-tches that you can’t my n-gga
f–kin round with us we will leave you stank my n-gga
n-gga
(chorus) – 2x
(deuce poppito)
whats up my n-gga
i’m bout to nut my n-gga
bout to but the gat to ya gut my n-gga
whats up i’m bout splash me a n-gga
bout mash me a trigga
i’m bout to blast me a n-gga
you shouldn’t have played with my c-ck my n-gga
it smells like gun smoke my n-gga
you bout to bleed to ya death my n-gga
take ya last breath my n-gga
what you think this my n-gga
i will slide in ya crib
and put six in ya wig my n-gga
that’s how we play my n-gga
with a a.k. hide in ya driveway my n-gga
you can run but you can’t get away my n-gga
i’m go let the cl!ck spray my n-gga
from the shy to the m.i.a. my n-gga
slip n slide n-ggas don’t play my n-gga
(chorus)
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