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Trick Daddy Miscellaneous Shut Yo Face (Uncle Fucka) (feat. Trina) [Terrance and Phillip] U-N-C-L-E fuck you, Uncle Fucka....Do right! Hey, hey ugh Slip-n-slide, nigga... [Chorus x2] Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER! Shut yo fucking face [Verse 1, Trick Daddy] Everybody wanna be the big boy Sling king with the biggest names in the game In the wood grains big grins big chains big things on the big mane Motherfuckers done lost they brain This shit ain't fun, the bullshit ain't done Gonna have to get the gun now, gotta learn how to run now Cuz you the one now That they be talking bout when they hanging out Trying to play ya how to drain you out Two shots rang you out, tried to slide in the game, you out Think it's the game about, sheit Ask or repeat anybody you know used to be big back in the day They probably been in the grave or ?? from the heat of the cage Them niggas is dead [Chorus x2] [Verse 2, Trina] Did I approve for you to talk to me? Motherfuckers like you, hell, I preach it to 'em First hand I teach 'em no psychic, bitch, hell I reach it to 'em No bus no fuss dogg, no sucks in the Lex, dogg Don't see no checks dogg, and stop beggin when it's wet, dogg But you could bet dogg That you don't know no hoe that'll hide the work Two clips inside the purse, fuck me I'ma ride you first fuck hard till the condom bursts, but umm... I need my ???? Lee tight figero White gold with the X and O's You putas betta know Trina is a betta hoe Oh you don't know? [Verse 3, Trick Daddy] Y'all betta quit fucking with me, I ain't got too much to lose I got a lot to prove, so fuck motherfuckers and hoes Gotta get the dough, save it up till I pay my dues And break the rules, Motherfuckers that is trying to hold me down Think you can hold me down Hoes didn't know me, bet they ass know me now Since I'm in Dolby now Bitches, I play with 'em and hoes, I lay with 'em And women, I just kiss 'em while unzipping they denims And run up in 'em [what] These bitches they all the same These bitches they all for change These bitches got game [Chorus x2] [Verse 4, Trick Daddy] If it ain't 'bout bread, save that Broke bitches wanna know why I say that If the going price is right and not too high Goddammit, I'll pay that I want two or three or four of 'em So um, I could get my nigga to throw 'em See my hoes horny get my flow on With dough you can't go wrong I roll with killas, niggas that count the dough and know Never to trust a hoe, thug niggas That'll shoot yo ass, excecute yo ass My overtime niggas be grabbin it My doggs on the bow ain't having it Plus down south niggas got AK's 'Cuz when you raise the day you be savages [Chorus x4] |
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