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trick daddy - shut yo face (uncle fucka) lyrics

trick daddy
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shut yo face (uncle f-cka)”(feat. trina
[terrance and phillip]
u-n-c-l-e f-ck you, uncle f-cka… do right!

hey, hey
ugh
slip-n-slide, n-gg-…

[chorus x2]
uncle f-cka whatcha say? motherf-cker!
shut yo f-cking face

[verse 1, trick daddy]
everybody wanna be the big boy
sling king with the biggest names in the game
in the wood grains big grins big chains
big things on the big mane
motherf-ckers done lost they brain
this sh-t ain’t fun, the bullsh-t ain’t done
gonna have to get the gun now, gotta learn how to run now
cuz you the one now
that they be talking bout when they hanging out
trying to play ya how to drain you out
two shots rang you out, tried to slide in the game, you out
think it’s the game about, sheit
ask or repeat anybody you know used to be big back in the day
they probably been in the grave or? from the heat of the cage
them n-gg-s is dead

[chorus x2]

[verse 2, trina]
did i approve for you to talk to me?
motherf-ckers like you, h-ll, i preach it to ’em
first hand i teach ’em no psychic, b-tch, h-ll i reach it to ’em
no bus no fuss dogg, no sucks in the lex, dogg
don’t see no checks dogg, and stop beggin when it’s wet, dogg
but you could bet dogg
that you don’t know no hoe that’ll hide the work
two clips inside the purse, f-ck me i’ma ride you first
f-ck hard till the condom bursts, but umm…
i need my? lee tight figero
white gold with the x and o’s
you putas betta know trina is a betta hoe
oh you don’t know?

[verse 3, trick daddy]
y’all betta quit f-cking with me, i ain’t got too much to lose
i got a lot to prove, so f-ck motherf-ckers and hoes
gotta get the dough, save it up till i pay my dues
and break the rules, motherf-ckers that is trying to hold me down
think you can hold me down
hoes didn’t know me, bet they -ss know me now
since i’m in dolby now
b-tches, i play with ’em and hoes, i lay with ’em
and women, i just kiss ’em while unzipping they denims
and run up in ’em [what]
these b-tches they all the same
these b-tches they all for change
these b-tches got game

[chorus x2]

[verse 4, trick daddy]
if it ain’t ’bout bread, save that
broke b-tches wanna know why i say that
if the going price is right and not too high
goddammit, i’ll pay that
i want two or three or four of ’em
so um, i could get my n-gg- to throw ’em
see my hoes h-rny get my flow on
with dough you can’t go wrong
i roll with killas, n-gg-s that count the dough and know
never to trust a hoe, thug n-gg-s
that’ll shoot yo -ss, excecute yo -ss
my overtime n-gg-s be grabbin it
my doggs on the bow ain’t having it
plus down south n-gg-s got ak’s
‘cuz when you raise the day you be savages

[chorus x4]

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