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Trick Trick M 1

[Intro] [Trick Trick] This is some fucked up shit man. I'm fighting for my motherfucking life. I'm sittin' here all this time on some dumb shit? These

[Verse 1 - Cyhi] It may seem I'm sitting on a fortune But sometimes money is just so important In my hood, I'm equivalent to Jordan Dribbling on the court

1, 2, 1, 2 Yeah, y'all can hear me Make the drumming sound, yeah Let's ride, yeah, yeah Be clear, we here lights out Eat here, sleep here, my house Rhyme

that the truth is undisputed and I'm nothin less Yellow stones, ballin like I'm Kobe when I rep the west Bitches out here hopin for a trick, my pockets

with Missy I'ma kiss you on your cookie Show these pussies I'm the rookie Sleep while your homeboy book me (Fikky, fikky, fikky) Is you mad cause I'm

[Rick Ross - Chorus] I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones he bought four

Because they know that I'm the shit, They say Hello, hello, hello, aloha, Aloha, (Yeah!) because I'm so fly, [Verse 1 - Fat Joe] I'm supa dupa fly, you

So I'm a dip into my bag and grab my motherfucking clip Then I'm a break out the door cause I'm mad like fuck And I'm pissed off and like get your ass

laziness yo, is not in a sex trick And if ya dicks up, you'll proably be the next To get the def dick (Chorus: 1x) Pass the pussy on the left hand side