Trickin

Half-A-Mil & B.CaRR - Rap
Trickin
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Duration: 6:08
Lyrics
(First part) [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] Hear these niggas trickin' on my old hoes, don't do it I hear these niggas trickin' on my old hoes Braggin' to your homies 'cause you fucked on her You owe me 50 thou, owe me 50 thou Huh, that's tennis shoe money And I still run this motherfucker Trendin' topic when I leave the house, like 3000 for the bed, 4000 for the couch I'm good with the count, I ain't never running out You needs a little more practice, nigga We waiting on y'all to slip, like You know my cousin want that Rollie, homie Had to tell him wait, had to tell him wait I know violence ain't the answer Rather throw the 600$ in the air for the dancers, right [Chorus: Dom Kennedy] Ayy, I hear these niggas trickin' on my old hoes I hear these niggas trickin' on my old hoes If you won't keep it real, you can't get in If you won't keep it real, you can't get in It's over for you hoes, and you suckers It's over for you hoes, and you suckers [Verse 2: B. Carr] I hear you niggas trickin' on my old hoes You can have that bitch, cause she was bumped up anyway Met her ass and smashed her at the same day You know I live like Pac, high, Get Around Bank account on phone numbers, look who callin' now Watch how I come up, stun' your mouth, throw in the ground Too much syrup on my waffles, Louis checker down And if you can't keep it real, we gon' ask you out See your main bitch gave me a head, she my ex now They say money [?] All this gold on me, I should be under federal Train your bitch, and all this runs [?] medical [Chorus: Dom Kennedy] Ayy, I hear these niggas trickin' on my old hoes Ayy, I hear these niggas trickin' on my old hoes If you won't keep it real, you won't fit in, yeah If you won't keep it real, you won't fit in, yeah It's over for you hoes, and you suckers It's over for you hoes, and you suckers [Verse 3: Hit-Boy] Pippin' up, Half-A-Mil Pippin' high, in the hills With the one you love, but she thot Just my type, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe Peace [?] drippin' wet, like they got baptized I see you niggas on Twitter, givin' out advice Got a message to deliver, I'm not fuckin' with y'all guys, no It's over for you hoes, and you suckers I can't hit that girl, if she ain't stuck up You owe me 90 racks, owe me 90 racks I might just get that and blow it on the pack I might just get that and blow it on the pack Tell the waitress at [?] throw it on the tab [Bridge: Dom Kennedy] Ayy, I hear these niggas trickin' on my old hoes I hear these niggas trickin' on my old hoes Trick, trickin' on my, trick, trickin' on my (old hoes) Trick, trickin' on my, trick, trickin' on my (old hoes) [Outro: Tag] Half-A-Mil... [15 seconds pause] (Second part) [Intro: Dom Kennedy] No matter... Uhh... ayy, told ya... No matter where you, at I'll drop a little verse on it... Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, look [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] She curved me just like the S letter Tell me how could you mess that up Yeah, I see other girls at the restaurant You the one I be hittin' licks with my Had it rolled already when I picked you up Just a lil' somethin' for the sick headaches That organic stuff, the more damage done You can feel this no matter where you from [Chorus: ?] She likes to Sit down, smoke one And talk about it About it... When we smoke Glow Woaaah... You and I You and I [Verse 2: Hit-Boy] You the type of girl that make me do better Now, I ain't never tryna mess that up Loving when you slidin' on me on your break for lunch Church, please, tabernacle, let me bless that up I might have to confess my love Cause you work that shit like a professional And it's fuckin' with my feelings, baby Everytime you leave, come right back to me You made me complete, that shit... Hope you feel the same way about me, too I'ma dedicate, Snoop, show you how a gangsta do Not just talkin', baby I'm all in Your ass is the softest, you got me all impressed Love watchin' you get dressed Don't take this as disrespect, but that pussy the best [Chorus: ?] She likes to Sit down, smoke one And talk about it About it... When we smoke Glow Woaaah... You and I You and I [Outro: ?] You and I You and I You and I You and I
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Credits
- Writers
- Half-A-Mil
- DOM KENNEDY
- B.CaRR
- Hit-Boy