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Lyricist: Trick Daddy
Lyrics:
Trick Daddy f/ Trina, Co & Deuce Poppito
Chorus: (Trick Daddy) Ah-ha Okay What's up? Shut up (4 times)
Verse 1: (Trick Daddy) Ridin' 'round in my brand new '99, 4 do' Volvo I got a pocket full of Bs Cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go though But all my Boca Boys they know though That's fo' sho' though (Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearing?) Hell nah, ho, you know they Polo I been used again Choosed again This time been wrong to chop somethin' dumped by one of my Union friends Soon as they seen the Benz Hatin' season was in Hell, 'cause they figured me for not understandin' their reason being But I'm the man for this While ya'll was doin' fine, I was doin' time Just prayin' for this Locked up, make a plan for this Without all that fancy shit Way too advanced for this Just Polo socks, tanks top, and drawers upunder my pants and shit Shut up
Chorus (8 times)
Verse 2: (Trina) Okay, who's the baddest bitch Been real, been rich, been done had this shit Big Benz, big house and shit That's right, okay I been down with Trick Okay, it make sense to me 'Cause if your money ain't right you speakin' French to me Miss Trina, don't play wit me Or you can say Miss Big, it's okay wit me You need a grand just to speak to me Okay, now you straight wanna sleep wit me? Okay, you better be fo' sho' 'Cause I done left niggas like you stuck before Okay, ?ou can ball wit me Since you got a hot knot, spend it all wit me Okay, ya'll know what's up Okay, uh-huh, I ride Shut up
Chorus
Verse 3: (Co) This goes out to my nigga Rolls And them pretty ass jazzy hoes Bitch, what's up C-O got a verse in the book of Thugs So when I come through, bitch, show me love Everybody that flow, then raise it up You got that funk, then blaze it up I got two rolls of them phat hoes Late night and I'm ready to bust Are you okay? Look like you got a lot to say Okay, come wit it Niggas keep hidin' your ho, what you do that fo' Me and Money Mark be done hit it Been done split it Okay, playboy Fuck you say, boy? Don't even much bring your ho 'round C Niggas ya'll better quit fuckin' wit me Shut up
Chorus
Verse 4: (Deuce Poppito) Lay down, playboy what's up? What about the slugs in your head and your gut What's up with the keys to the truck Your niggas ain't got Bs in the cut What' up with the safe, what's the combo? Open that shit, nigga, fuck all the convo Say Shin, what's up wit ya Haitian Party out, birds at the safe house, waitin' What's up, why you strutted, D I ain't 'bout shit, but a quarter key Nigga ya better not be playin' me You gon' bleed to death, you understand me What's up You ready to go? You ready to tongue kiss with the new 4-4 What's up Nigga say somethin' Set your crime, ready to spray something' Gun play, how I got the stripes 2-4 K turned out the lights Gun play, how I got the stripes 2-4 K turned out the lights
Chorus (8 times)
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