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trick daddy - where u from (feat. trina & duece poppi) lyrics

(trick)
ta, told ya i was gone do it for ya n-gga
take off
y’all know what time it is

liberty city n-gga, 6-1, pokabean, carol city n-ggas
seminola n-ggas, bahhas, hialeah n-ggas, matchbox, wynwood n-ggas
richmond heights, perine n-ggas
homestead n-ggas, florida city n-ggas
overtown n-ggas (ot), coconut grove n-ggas
south miami n-ggas
opa-locka n-ggas (south miami heights too)
trick daddy dollars y’all, that’s right

(verse 1: trick)
i push ’em daily, smoke ’em dirty, roll ’em heavy baby
dipping corners, pulling b-tches in old chevy’s baby
dubs or better, candy’s and leather
what you want n-gga
two do’s, fo’ do’s
we call ’em donk’s n-gga
breaker breaker its dade county on the number line
seventy-one’s, seventy-two’s, three’s, foe’s, and five’s
my verse is seven pounds
my sh-t be getting down
i got a seven
trick ducking they can’t catch me now
trick daddy dollars y’all
i’m from the m-th-f–kin’ city of caprice’s and impala’s
i’ll holla dawg
??? the age, straight or shady
i still beat it baby
married twice, five kids
i still eat it lady
ain’t no sh-t shady ??? till i see better days
calico’s and a.k.’s seem like the only way
??? bodacious boulders for yo shoulders
got that fire
you want get hi’ so want you come on over
boy i’m a powder head
x-man, x-cons
i got them boys all the way from marathon to west palm
call me the butcher man
the cookie cook it man
i got a soft
you wanna hard
i guess i’ll burn it then

(trick daddy hook:)
trick daddy dollars y’all
i’m from the m-th-f–kin city of caprice’s and impala’s
i’ll holla dawg
(repeat)

(verse 2: trina)
i like ’em rugged guns
thugged, cold blooded n-gga
pinky ringing blinging
and rollie platinum flooded n-gga
don’t want no buster’s either
you got to pay this diva
and if ya money ain’t long n-gga ion’t see ya
cause i’m the baddest b-tch

ballin’ with the baddest clique
i make ya money disappear like a magic trick
a cl-ssy chick but i can still get it, spit it, watch it
i keep the club jumping jumping like my girl beyonce
selen suits looking cute with the matching boots
i’m getting loochie -ss juicy getting a p-ssion fruit
you know my cl!ck, deuce poppie and my n-gga trick
the lost tribe, tre-6 and we rolling thick
the diamond princess out the south can’t nann ho fade it
i’ma first round draft pick
y’all b-tches getting traded
i’m triple x rated
p-ssy stay soakin’ wet
i set a n-gga up quick for his c0ke and jet

(trina hook:)
it’s miss trina baby
i’m from the city where the b-tches shakin’ -ss, gettin cash
holla back ladies
(repeat)

(trick daddy)

new york n-ggas
dc n-ggas
detroit n-ggas
va n-ggas
ga n-ggas
all around worldwide n-gga

(verse 3: deuce poppito)
i throw a bullet atcha like a danny marino floater
i’ma half a brick slanging, nutts swinging, weed roller
bustin a blue 4-4 with the speed loader
how they go toe to toe with the 44 touter
fo’ show do
room is full of pimps and thugs
ghetto pharmacies with prescription drugs
banging like krypts and bloods
we wiping slugs
our enemies dripping blood
workers at the graveyard late nite diggin mud
to prepare ya for ya pillow inside the box
when i ride the blocks i always hide my glocks
in the dash board next to my p-ssport
in the double s i paid thirteen cash for
my name is richard nixon but they screaming deuce pop
with the one stop shop
heroin, weed, and rocks
i feed the block
and ride the strip in a tinted drop
and i even met the n-ggas who invented rocks
i got the block game from the county of dade
a bounty hunter won’t rest till my bounty is paid
we got 200 hundred bricks coming from the direct link
i pray to god the boat carryin that c0ke don’t sink, what

(deuce hook:)
it’s deuce poppie n-gga
i’m from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers
wh-ssup, holla n-gga
(repeat)

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