(featuring Chamillionaire & Goldru$h)
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[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
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Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips
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Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks
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Still thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet that
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You can bet that I ride I shine, nigga you can bet that
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I smoke, I drank boy you can bet that
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22's, 24's all we roll¡ŠI'm a dope rider fa' sho
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[Verse 1]
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Everyday me and my dog we wylin
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7-Tre 7-5 dope ridin'
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And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin'
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Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga tried me
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They already know, how I let him go
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Kill his ass and make sho' at his funeral
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How the hell a O.B. gon' try me?
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I'm O.G. on and off TV, see
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Middle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck yall
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Tryin to hate on my dawgs, hell fuck nah
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Why you hatin on a nigga like that
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Why you tryin' to stab a nigga in his back
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I know some niggaz don't like this
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But them niggaz is the reason I'm like this
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Fuck niggaz done made me mad
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I'm 'bout to snap 'n' put this K on his ass
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
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Hey
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I pull up Bentleys, lookin like they not annoyed
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Trunk popped up lookin like a Tonka Toy
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If you dont like it you know can get that Almond Joy (What?)
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Deez nuts nigga, wuddup Trick, I got ya boy
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I'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another call
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Ridin' wit my trunk popped up like I'm "Above The Law"
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Tires wet and nigga they still drippin' Armor-All
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Tell me you gon' fall, and I ain't got to use the arm at all
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Bet Daddy finna Trick 'em, finna flip the paper
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Chamillinator, me and Trick we finna shred a hater
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Tip the dinner waiter Trick 'em like we finna date her
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Get off ya sleeves let 'em breathe like a ventilator
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Hey, what can I say me and the King Of M.I.A
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Finna, (Hey) finna touch ya niggaz and ya finna pay
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Stay wit it hey you we aint finna play
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Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Trick Daddy & (Goldru$h) - {both}]
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(In the club wit my dogs we wylin'
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Two straight coup grey dome ridin)
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Look at cha boy go so many hoes
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Look in his mouf he got so many gold
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(Im sippin and I'm goin'
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Whole click, that's how we rollin')
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Stay fly, stay right if ya didn't know
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(And that's everywhere that we go)
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All I wanna do is
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Drive my Chevy through years
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And let 'em sweat the candy paint
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Aint it right?, ain't it tight?, ain't it nice?, yes
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Niggaz like, "Who painted that?"
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Candy apple green, lookin mean anywhere
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Tweety seat with the digital dash
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And a swat just right in the ass
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{They wanna know what I got in here
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I got shit when it hit betta run 'em up outta here}
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They ain't neva heard nuthin like that
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And they ain't even turned the bass up yet
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{I love aggressive music
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I smoke, I listen to it}
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I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it
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[Chorus]
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Bet That
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| Trick Daddy |
