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trick daddy - n word lyrics

f/ c.o., deuce poppito

(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-gg-

(trick daddy)
you know me n-gg-
i don’t know you my n-gg-
here’s what must go through my n-gg-
go get with ya crew my n-gg-
tell rush round here for i do y’all n-gg-s
cause i’m straight chillin my n-gg-
ex-con ex-dope dealer my n-gg-
i ain’t trippin but i’m chillin my n-gg-
and i ain’t scared of none of y’all n-gg-s
i will count my flow right in front y’all n-gg-s
i will kill ever one of y’all n-gg-s
c-ck my 45 and go to gunning y’all n-gg-s
i will ever one of y’all n-gg-s
n-gg-

(chorus)

(deuce poppito)
i am off da my n-gg-
smoking marijuana in the range my n-gg-
getting brains
real n-gg-s do things my n-gg-s
we spittin flames with motherf-ckin thangs n-gg-
i will take it to ya whole squad my n-gg-
word to god my n-gg-
i got ? but rather get hard my n-gg-
? at the neighborhood park my n-gg-
what you say young n-gg-
slip n slide ain’t got guns young n-gg-
got funds young n-gg-
dumb n-gg-
get ya for motherf-ckin ones
and turn you news into none
n-gg-

(chorus)

(c.o.)
yo my n-gg-
i’m c.o. n-gg-
you better slow yo roll my n-gg-
n-gg-
and that’s word to buddy roe my n-gg-
so why should i give a f-ck about a ho n-gg-
i’m a go get ya n-gg-
i can get the ? to da floor (let em know ny n-gg-)
that’s how it go my n-gg-
i’m go lock it down from the door my n-gg-
that’s fo sho my n-gg-

(trick daddy)
and i got ya back my n-gg-
everywhere i go i be strap
you bet my n-gg-
and on top of that do be a ?
its all good you know i got stacks my n-gg-
we rob banks my n-gg-
and we are the only ones smoking stank my n-gg-
we runnin through the b-tches that you cant my n-gg-
f-ckin round with us we will leave you stank my n-gg-
n-gg-

(chorus) – 2x

(deuce poppito)
whats up my n-gg-
i’m bout to nut my n-gg-
bout to but the gat to ya gut my n-gg-
whats up i’m bout splash me a n-gg-
bout mash me a trigga
i’m bout to blast me a n-gg-
you shouldn’t have played with my c-ck my n-gg-
it smells like gun smoke my n-gg-
you bout to bleed to ya death my n-gg-
take ya last breath my n-gg-
what you think this my n-gg-
i will slide in ya crib
and put six in ya wig my n-gg-
that’s how we play my n-gg-
with a a.k. hide in ya driveway my n-gg-
you can run but you cant get away my n-gg-
i’m go let the click spray my n-gg-
from the shy to the m.i.a. my n-gg-
slip n slide n-gg-s don’t play my n-gg-

(chorus)

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