*featuring Trina, Deuce Poppito
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[Trick]
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Ta, told ya I was gone do it for ya nigga
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Take off
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Y'all know what time it is
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Liberty City nigga, 6-1, Pokabean, Carol City niggas
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Seminola niggas, Bahhas, Hialeah niggas, Matchbox, Wynwood niggas
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Richmond Heights, Perine niggas
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Homestead niggas, Florida City niggas
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Overtown niggas (OT), Coconut Grove niggas
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South Miami niggas
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Opa-Locka niggas (South Miami Heights too)
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Trick Daddy Dollars y'all, that's right
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[Verse 1: Trick]
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I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby
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Dipping corners, pulling bitches in old Chevy's baby
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Dubs or better, candy's and leather
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What you want nigga
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Two do's, Fo' do's
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We call 'em donk's nigga
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Breaker breaker its Dade County on the number line
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Seventy-one's, seventy-two's, three's, foe's, and five's
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My verse is seven pounds
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My shit be getting down
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I got a seven
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Trick ducking they can't catch me now
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Trick Daddy Dollars y'all
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I'm from the muthafuckin' city of Caprice's and Impala's
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I'll holla dawg
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??? the age, straight or shady
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I still beat it baby
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Married twice, five kids
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I still eat it lady
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Ain't no shit shady ??? till I see better days
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Calico's and a.k.'s seem like the only way
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??? bodacious boulders for yo shoulders
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Got that fire
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You want get hi' so want you come on over
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Boy I'm a powder head
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X-man, X-cons
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I got them boys all the way from Marathon to West Palm
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Call me the butcher man
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The cookie cook it man
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I got a soft
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You wanna hard
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I guess I'll burn it then
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[Trick Daddy Hook:]
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Trick Daddy Dollars y'all
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I'm from the muthafuckin city of Caprice's and Impala's
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I'll holla dawg
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[Repeat]
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[Verse 2: Trina]
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I like 'em rugged guns
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Thugged, cold blooded nigga
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Pinky ringing blinging
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And rollie platinum flooded nigga
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Don't want no buster's either
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You got to pay this diva
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And if ya money ain't long nigga Ion't see ya
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Cause I'm the baddest bitch
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Ballin' with the baddest clique
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I make ya money disappear like a magic trick
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A classy chick but I can still get it, spit it, watch it
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I keep the club jumping jumping like my girl Beyonce
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Selen suits looking cute with the matching boots
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I'm getting loochie ass juicy getting a passion fruit
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You know my click, Deuce Poppie and my nigga Trick
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The Lost Tribe, Tre-6 and we rolling thick
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The diamond princess out the south can't nann ho fade it
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I'ma first round draft pick
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Y'all bitches getting traded
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I'm triple X rated
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Pussy stay soakin' wet
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I set a nigga up quick for his coke and jet
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[Trina Hook:]
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It's Miss Trina baby
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I'm from the city where the bitches shakin' ass, gettin cash
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Holla back ladies
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[Repeat]
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[Trick Daddy]
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New York niggas
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DC niggas
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Detroit niggas
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Va niggas
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Ga niggas
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All around worldwide nigga
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[Verse 3: Deuce Poppito]
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I throw a bullet atcha like a Danny Marino floater
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I'ma half a brick slanging, nutts swinging, weed roller
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Bustin a blue 4-4 with the speed loader
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How they go toe to toe with the 44 touter
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Fo' show do
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Room is full of pimps and thugs
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Ghetto pharmacies with prescription drugs
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Banging like Krypts and Bloods
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We wiping slugs
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Our enemies dripping blood
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Workers at the graveyard late nite diggin mud
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To prepare ya for ya pillow inside the box
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When I ride the blocks I always hide my glocks
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In the dash board next to my passport
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In the double S I paid thirteen cash for
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My name is Richard Nixon but they screaming Deuce Pop
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With the one stop shop
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Heroin, weed, and rocks
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I feed the block
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And ride the strip in a tinted drop
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And I even met the niggas who invented rocks
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I got the block game from the county of Dade
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A bounty hunter won't rest till my bounty is paid
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We got 200 hundred bricks coming from the direct link
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I pray to God the boat carryin that coke don't sink, what
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[Deuce Hook:]
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It's Deuce Poppie nigga
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I'm from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers
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Whassup, holla nigga
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[Repeat]
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Where U From
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Trick Daddy |