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Trick Loves The Kids (Explicit) lyrics
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(Trick Daddy) HAA.. true stern, buddy rolls, they say tell the truth shaney thank god for the thugs too.... (Trick Daddy) See.. Ima Sneek ol' freek ol' Gitcha' ass nigga Colardgreen neck bone , eatin ass nigga Always wearing my jeans baggin , Saggin north florida , georgia , south Kacka lacki i rolled up these spama sandwiches - ya Sugar water ate mannoinase sandwiches Shared a room with 'bout four more brotha's but one home phone , wasnt no mo' cova's A little bad muthafucka Always rude , and always in trouble None of my teacha's ain't like this , What make me so bad pearl had some one like me You grew up the way I did , you gosta undastand Trick love the kids (Cee-lo) Ohhhhhh-Ohhhhhhhh Trick love da kids Drop the top and let the sunshine in, Wit dope wood grain , let the twankys spin get you a glass mix the coke and the henn' its quite all right let the 'dro in the wind let the 'dro in the wind......... (Trick Daddy) Caught me a chevrolt chevy an put dubs on that bitch Candy apple green , nigga's lovin' this shit ( lovin' this shit) an' wait a minute ill act a fool , you'll like how im livin bitch fuck you Thats right ima ruda ass nigga , quick to do you cut a fool ass nigga Weighin at bout'a buck six-five , And the nigga can't fuck , plus the boy gets lied (thats right) You know legs when they show thighs, (Show thighs) Eatem' up Beatem' up then switch sides (Cee-lo) Hot for the gonga, i fall to the floor Kiall the indo with a loaded 44 isha in the choir boy for you fuck wit i Disrespect ill diconnect yo' line Wit a 6-watt , shiishhii hot, you get shot The fire the fury you fuck wit it not Cause out of the grave, hair my face and my fade For me and my age to lay down the whole place Not denied , this is to verbalize , Suprise Fuck your women roommate wild nigga Hoes , clothes , shows , vouges , gold big ol ' backrows thats all a nigga knows Throw yo' elbows , im sniffin a lots a coke Hoe's unchose how my jewlery froze You know how it goes the youngest is only like that Go off and get your head and silence yo' chit chat So cash our last out cash flow , Sticky talk ricky to the trick like trash low Filla up oprah of loaf alone Trilla come clean lookin mean but you aitn no killlllaaaa (Cee-lo) X-2 Ohhhhhhhh- Heyyyyy Drop the top and let the sunshine in, Wit dope wood grain , let the twankys spin (Right on) get you a glass mix the coke and the henn' its quite all right let the 'dro in the wind let the 'dro in the wind......... Ohhhhhhhh  More Trick Daddy Song Lyrics
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