Текст песни Trickin' - JB1RD

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Uh, uh, uh, uh

I ain't trippin' off on these niggas, trickin' off on these hoes
I ain't trippin' off these niggas, trickin' off on these hoes
I ain't trippin' off these niggas, trickin' off on these hoes (ha)

To whom it concerns this is dedicated, to all trickin' niggas, yeah I appreciate it
'Cause with these bitches, y'all be spending money
So my spending pains are alleviated

You gotta pay, ain't no need to fake it
And we sharing bitches, ain't no need to hate me
Nigga hate yourself, you'll never take your wealth
She'll bring it to me, let me mediate it
She got one nigga buying' shoes
Other nigga buyin bags, Yeah
Ex-nigga still buy food, But I'm the only one getting the ass

Only one getting to smash, Only one diving up in there without spending cash
See, you was trying to be the only one
And that's the only reason why you mad, nigga
Trickin' is for kids
And word to Wayne, that I'm a grown man
I don't kiss lips, I don't hold hands

I'm that who to kid, no romance
I don't show love, nor give hugs
Don't hold me, bitch, let me hold some dough
I ain't shit, all you get is dick
A blunt, gas and a four-for-four, Throat super dope, throat super dope
It's insane, in the membrane, that shit flame
I love it when she use her hands in her spit game

It's three cray, it's three cray
Bro come and get your bitch, mane
The crazy part is she suck me up, But she only give you a kiss, mane
You gotta pay for that pussy, uh
So you can lay in that pussy, yeah
I fuck her crazy, my little throat baby, The way that I stay in that pussy, yeah

We don't do drama, thats my lil' mama, I think I was made for that pussy, yeah
I keep her litty, she thinks she's so pretty
I think she a goddess, I might aswell migrate in her pussy-

C-C-Crime family call me big baller
Said I knocked the pussy, knocked the ring out her
See, you're trying to get that thing out her
I'm just trying to get some cream out her

E-Honda, I'm a street fighter
Smack her on the booty, bring the beast out her
Lick her on the booty, bring the freak out her
You bring me a drink, I'll be Kevin Gates
We fucking raw, we ain't never saved
Dick dripping sauce, and I let her taste
She hop on this dick and she levitate
No, she hop on this dick and she meditate (ha)

She told me I'm the one to balance her
The other day, she asked me for her date
And so I went and bought the bitch a calendar

You went and bought the bitch a calendar?

Bro, I went and bought the bitch a calendar
Just know what she dodging your calls
She all on my balls, riding like a Challenger

And we fucking up in your house too
I'm whipping the breakfast like nothin'
I'm getting head all in your house shoes
So go ahead and call your mama, nigga
I want all the smoke and all the drama, nigga
I don't really wanna have to drop a nigga
You don't really, really want these problems, nigga
But just know they call me 'problem solving nigga"
You can't stop a nigga, that can stop a nigga
I won't stop till my watch an Obama nigga, and I'm gone