paroles de chanson Fuckin' Around (intro) - Trick Daddy
(Chorus)
Yall
niggas
keep
f**kin
around
F**kin′
around,
f**k
round
get
stuck
in
the
ground
I
ain't
no
busta
see,
yall
niggas
better
stop
f**kin
wit
me
(Young
Jeezy)
I
hit
the
clown
in
the
dirt
Jump
on
the
top
wit
a
drop
that
nigga
down
in
the
dirt
The
first
nigga
quick
to
get
it
first
Call
the
paramedics
′cause
the
police
be
stealing
from
the
herse
I
aim
it
at
ya
hat
when
I
burst
If
I
don't
get
a
grammy
I'm
headed
at
the
rat
niggas
first
And
I′m
back
full
of
perk
strap
on
the
curb
Slap
that
bitch
on
the
third
Nigga
done
caught
wit
a
slurr
Cant
see
shit
but
a
blurr
Crank
up
that
Chevey
let
her
purr
We
all
from
the
curve
Bitch
niggas
runnin
up
nerve
I
aint
gone
let
u
die
And
I
(?)
Tag
a
man
Said
u
runnin
from
the
hood
and
I′m
packistan
Bitch
I'm
a
mutha
f**kin
jacka
man
And
Understand
when
the
mutha
f**kin
crack
is
stayin
(Trick
Daddy)
Yall
mutha
f**kers
better
run
′cause
we
got
bombs
Plus
we
got
guns
that
take
off
arms
Got
4,
4 that
shoot
the
do'
and
got
buck
loads
of
that
84
And
like
John
Doe,
hit
ya
city
start
killing
every
nigga
who
aint
feelin′
this
rhyme
And
ain't
feelin′
this
vibe
To
many
niggas
goose
neckin
my
ride
But
okay
my
A.K
fully
Yall
niggas
watch
how
u
step
to
me
And
yall
young
niggas
back
the
f**k
up
And
don't
make
me
act
the
f**k
up
'Cause
it
al′
be
another
war
I′ll
kill
every
mutha
f**ker
that
yall
know
Thats
yo'
ma,
pa,
sister
in
law
Yo′
daddy
yo
dog
and
yo
hoe
Now
I
ain't
claim
to
be
a
saint
And
no
got
damn
serial
killer
I
just
wanna
know
my
nigga
what
made
u
disrespect
a
nigga
What
u
thought
I
was
a
buster,
sucker,
a
rapper,
or
actor
Nigga
rat
to
the
cracker
yep
they′ll
protect
ya
but
one
day
f**k
nigga
I'm
gone
catch
ya
(Chorus
2x)
(Kase
1)
Been
got
my
B′s
got
my
cheese
F**k
nigga
u
dont
play
wit
a
G'
Cock
back
aim
and
squeeze
Now
ya
ass
on
the
ground
wit
the
trees
My
ol'
boy
didnt
raise
no
snitch
My
Ol′
girl
didnt
raise
no
bitch
U
outta
line
I′ll
kill
u
bitch
Not
put
that
shit
on
my
chick
Man
I
pull
bout
26
bitches
Gotta
perk
shit
26
inches
On
the
concrete
nigga
Gotta
lace
on
the
concrete
nigga
At
least
when
I
rap
a
lot
Break
down
hoes
in
the
trap
a
lot
F**k
nigga
I
got
crypt
for
days
Slip
n'
Slide
wit
them
bnoys
from
Dade
305
to
the
404,
G′
shit
we'll
take
ya
hoe
Look
dawg
we′ll
take
ya
bricks
Then
u
gone
cop
some
candy
shit
F**k
nigga
I
hope
it's
worth
it
Spray
ya
ass
like
a
job
from
(?)
Came
here
to
suck
a
dick
ATL
Dade
county
and
Trick
(Chorus)
(T.I.)
Aye,
aye
yall
suck
ass
niggas
keep
playin
wit
me
F**k
around
see
me
wit
a
A.K
on
the
streets
Start
bussin
makin
mutha
f**kers
lay
in
the
streets
All
′cause
of
what
a
nigga
say
on
the
beat
Look,
I'm
a
G'
thats
sayin
the
least
From
trapin
to
sprayin
the
heat
to
wearin
the
key
Instead
of
all
that
attention
u
were
payin
to
me
U
should
of
been
mindin
ya
business
and
keepin
it
pimpin
But
I
know
most
niggas
aint
built
like
that
Just
know
old
niggas
get
killed
like
that
U
dont
wanna
f**k
around
wit
Tip
like
that
Look
Flip
when
the
body
bag
zip
thats
that
Niggas
wanna
talk
shit
and
cock
duce
Wit
this
fully
automatic
Mack
10′s
start
shootin
So
u
can
run
high
and
tell
lies
if
u
want
to
But
when
i
f**k
around
and
run
up
on
u
what
u
gone
do
(Chorus)
1 Fuckin' Around (intro)
2 Fuckin' Around
3 Let's Go
4 Sugar (Gimme Some)
5 Menage a Trois
6 J.O.D.D.
7 4 Eva
8 I Cry
9 Thugs About
10 Ain't a Thug
11 Down Wit Da South
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