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Trick Daddy - Boy lyrics
(feat. The Lost Tribe, JV) [Trick] I tellin ya boy I got them boys Dog I be tryin to tell em [Verse 1: Trick Daddy, The Lost Tribe] You can't catch me boy Don't upset me boy Touch me my dog a wet 'cha boy Never disrespect me boy Dog you better check ya' boy Cause I'll never thirty-eight 'cha I'll tech ya boy Pray to God protect ya boy Cause when it's on it's like Electra boy I know you wanna go home but we ain't gone let 'cha boy And if my money ain't right you better stretch it boy Cause when it's bout that bread I'm sweat 'cha boy You see I'm riding round in a lexus boy Cause we rob a lot like a Texas boy And if ya aint Slip-N-Slide I'll wreck ya boy Give me fifty feet stay out my section boy Disrespecting hoes like we sexist boy You know a nigga keep a Smith and Wesson boy I don't mean no harm just protection boy We can shoot it out like a Western boy [Chorus: repeat 2x] I suggest you don't be (fucking with me) And if you don't wanna die (don't be fucking with me) Don't wanna lose ya' life (don't be fucking with me) And if you ain't slip-n-slide (don't be fucking with me) [Verse 2: (Trick Daddy)] I went ahead and bought that Benzo boy That bitch with 20-inch Lorenzo's boy And the big crib is hittin boy Bought me rollie with them bulletproof windows boy Cause them jack boys you know that got the energy boy Fuck if I offend ya boy Got a place I'll send ya' boy And a clip I'll lend ya' boy Tell the morgue that a real nigga send ya' boy Cause I bend ya' boy And I want every dime that ya' got boy I need some D's on my drop boy And two ki's in the spot boy See the real niggaz just want stop boy Huh, we on top boy [Chorus:] I suggest you don't be (fucking with me) And if you don't wanna die (don't be fucking with me) Don't wanna lose ya' life (don't be fucking with me) And if you ain't slip-n-slide (don't be fucking with me) [Verse 3: The Lost Tribe] You can't fuck with the south boy Watch'cha mouth boy Fucking with the tribe in this game a take ya' out boy In 95 south find another route boy It ain't hard for us to show you what we 'bout boy Leave ya' dead with out a trace boy I'm at 'cha funeral and I can't see ya' face boy Ya brain is a terrible thing to waste boy And ain't 'cha way to fast for ya' pace boy It aint no thang for me to catch another case boy Stay in ya place boy Cause I'll have ya' ass erased boy [Verse 4: The Lost Tribe] When this shit hit the fat you gone feel it boy You wanna fuck around with Faith I'ma seal it boy I put a hole in ya' can't nobody heal it boy We got this shit locked can't nobody steal it boy I'm tryin' to stash somethin' close to a million boy Is ya' with me lost tribe (yeah I feel ya boy) This shit serious boy I know ya curious boy You wanna know why we livin luxurious boy You hearin righteous funk boogie on this track here boy You better straighten up and learn how to act here boy Ain't no smack here boy You get jack here boy And when we finish you'll never come back here boy [Chorus:] So I suggest you don't be (fucking with me) And if you don't wanna die (don't be fucking with me) Don't wanna lose ya' life (don't be fucking with me) And if you ain't slip-n-slide (don't be fucking with me) [Verse 5: JV & The Lost Tribe] Niggaz' like us we off glass hope ya heard me boy My dogs deal dirty early in the morning boy Ain't no yawning boy I gotta keep a eye on what we earning boy Keep them things turning boy Who you referring boy I'll burn ya' boy Mind ya' business cause this here don't concern ya' boy I'm trying to warn ya' boy I'll toy turn ya' boy Ya betta move the way Slip-N-Slide tell ya boy Ya betta have me fo I Big Worm ya boy I'll put some fire to that ass that'll learn ya boy So I suggest you don't let me get 'cha boy Guarantee a right cross gone split 'cha boy Is this ya' boy Then ya better come and get 'cha boy Go to the morgue and enlist ya' boy And if ya' violate my turf I'm gone get with 'cha boy Man, ain't nobody gone miss ya boy Last thing you wanna do is go and piss me boy Get the picture boy Fuck ho's get richer boy Keep one eye open for the snitcher's boy That bullet proof vest want protect ya' boy I got a chopper in the trunk that a wet 'cha boy You better pray and hope God don't forget 'cha boy [..] Fucking with me [until fade] Trick Daddy comes in after 4th fucking with me to say: Don't fuck around and let 'em get 'cha boy Cause if you do I'm going all out with 'cha boy [until fade] |
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