Trick Daddy Album

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f/ Ayo Ware

You gon save that?

Na na na na naaaaaa
Na na na na naaaaaa
Yea

Thug niggas don't live that long 
(Thug niggas don't live that long)
Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
But I'll be waiting 'till they come back home
(I'll be waiting for you)

Verse 1
I wanna buy me a benz but I'm fifty-grand short
I got to get this cheese without a nigga getting caught
2 freaks is in the jungle now
I'm taking care of mama now
My lil dog caught a case, I got to bail him out
I got you bobbin to this real shit
So reason why a nigga kill shit
That's how it is, shit
See papa was a rolling stone
He left mama alone
She raised us on her own
Them bitches curious
Why I'm soo motherfucking serious
Hard times got me pumped up and furious
I want y'all to free all my dawgs
Before I get my gun and start killing your halls
Call me the butcherman
I take my beef straight to the man
I put it so only thug niggas understand
Keep bitches out your game get paid
Just remember and respect what the old girl said

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Verse 2
I got some niggas on the other side
One day I got to take a ride
And let them know I still represent the Southside
No more shopping at the flea I'm rolling D's and Lo's
I'm getting head, feeling bread from these sleezy hoez
And can't nann bitch forget that nigga Hollywood
Big ends steering wheel made of wood
I heard it was four niggas three shit, one ho nigga
I'm out the pen with you Howdy folk
Who gon die next
Who mama gon cry next
Who sister giving away the slack pus
That's how we living though
Dead and gone before he twenty-four
Or in jail, but y'all don't hear me though
As I continue with this thug shit
With all this blood and shit
But all us thug niggas love this
For the love of greed and riches
But money don't need no bitches
So I'm killing all snitches

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Bridge
I'm doing this one for the thugs
and the niggas on the corner selling drugs for the thugs
Yes sir (repeat 2x)

Verse 3
If I was a hundred dollar bill
I'd make you niggas kill for me
Go to prison do about a hundred years for me
Get a gat and go jack robin steele for me
Just to pay a bitch bills with me
I'm dissing every nigga who got me fucking
A bitch better fuck for pregnent nuts
You see it be them same niggas
'Cause coochie ass lame niggas
(Last time) Learn some motherfucking thangs nigga
Now picture me as a killa (killa)
Young crack dope deala (dope deala)
I'm doing this one for my niggas
Who ride for this
Who even lost they life for this
And them niggas who survivin this
They don't live that long

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Thug Niggas don't live that long

f/ Buddy Roe

I feel like I'm too hard to die man,
I feel like I can't see faded, you know?
I feel like can't no nigga fade me.
I feel like I'm the hardest nigga to walk the earth and shit, 
you know what I'm saying?

Blaaah!
Steady comin got you runnin for your damn life
I'm busting shots with this glock, nigga act right
You crossed this nigga how you playin I'm a naughty head
The last bitch got 4 shots to the head
I squeezed off and watched his brain hit the concrete
Last breath, last motherfucking heartbeat.
There was no motive for the murder on the straight tip
And all you can seen was blood and brains every damn where
So I refuse to shoot a nigga in his stomach or his face or his forehead (killa!)

Kill-a-head and the body dead (2x)

Buddy Roe
Come down, your best bet is to sport a vest
nevertheless
I'm leaving a mess
Nigga, fuck your chest
Hollow points leaving brains on the front seat
Fuck with me and I'mma set you free nigga
Pop my trunk check out my funk
Nothing but pumps, 
Leave that ass smelling like raw conch
You coochie niggas playing with it you gon get shitted
Metro wants to know who did it
Now aint nobody rapping to the fucking cops
And if they do we coming back for 'lick them blood clots
We killing bitches not to mention snitches everyday
The 9 glock triple platinum in the MIA

Kill-a-head and the body dead (4x)

The graveyeard is my home
Tombstones and bones
Murder weapons is the case now don't hearse my bone
Headhunting is my hobby who the victim be
And who's next on my everyday headless spree
My gravedigger got a fade with a nappy top
Now I'm a fool and a freak for them dreadlocks
Quick to pull a trigger cuz that's all I know
Robbing creeps raping hoez and just slanging dope
I got my masters in disaster
I'm like Andrew kick in your door at your hoe mad, your dawg too
I'm new in town your aint heard man Jason Lee
Satisfied to his ass I had him begging please
I went to hell now I'm back and I'm hellafied
Took over down there made the devil cry
I'm a bad motherfucker with a bad rep
I got a trophy in my mouth for every bitch I killed
I killed my wife and my kids, my parents too
I killed my posse and my friends, I'm after you
I crash your party kill your bed smoke some killer man
What the fuck, I'm deaf fucking up, and I'm 'on Kill again

Kill-a-head and the body dead 4x

Buddy Roe

I'm paranoid 'cause I'm hearing thangs
Time served only out a few months, associated with birds
They wanna plot, but I got bad nerves
Peep, milli 14 on the front seat
You want to be there for your kids, nigga play with it
It's grounds missing who did it? I'mma deal with it
So 'fuck I care about your shawty?
Nigga you been naughty
You skipped town with two pounds of my doo-doo brown
Naw nigga how you playing I done counted that
You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking ask
My cuban friend want his ends
Instead of you flipping the dividends straight to me and him you cop a benz
Silly rabbit you dont started stabbing, now I got to let you have it
Rapid-fire from my automatic
You left me stuck so now you out of luck
'Cause you done fucked my credit up

(Trick Daddy) Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Coochie nigga what fuck another minute you won't get to spend it
I'm licking shots like a dread, bitch, Kill-a-head

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Bein that I'm real, I feel you need a man in your life child
Somebody black, baldheaded, plus buckwild
They call me Trick Daddy dollars
A real woman scholar
If a player's what you want, lil mama holla
Don't bother asking your friends about my benz or ends
Unless you plan on me staying in
I get my freak on, plus my back's strong,
No more sad songs for long, girl you daddy's home
I'll be your player

I need a player in my life tonight
somebody that'll treat me right
and just, hold me tight all through the night
I want a player in my life

Yeah, you can play your sex games,
kinky things but still maintain
I'm running game while you giggle off my ghetto slang
I want the best for you
First, nobody stressing you
A good girl, therefore God's been blessing you
So go with your first mind
Get it right the first time
Hang tight, 'cause early on be your worst time
You got me wanting you bad so I been watching you
And while they calling me dad, I'm simply jocking you
clocking you
Watching the threads in your dazzy dukes
Hawking you
Watching you move in your ?baka? suit
Your body too
You'll go get it, therefore you bout it boo
5'3", and I can see what you got for me
Show me some love
Kisses and hugs
Bubble baths in hottubs 
Plus baby oil back rubs
You got me heated up
Slow it down, then we can speed it up
Plus, you bringing out the freakinus
Free your mind
Let me and you spend some time
I'm on that sixty and I'm headed for that nasty nine
Come take a ride with me
If I slip, baby slide with me
And you can shift into the ride with me
And glide with me
High to the sky with me
Right here on the side of me
I'll be your player

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*call me X-rated*

I'll eat your coochie with your legs up
Down your back, up your crack, then I'll blow all in your butt
I'll suck your ass where your drawers crawl
Suck them titties and all
and make you climb the wall
You taste so sweet (ahh)
From your head to your feet
It's my treat
So baby girl just let me eat 
and call me freaky deaky 'cause I want to be your servant
And while I'm servin
I'll slap you up with syrup and butter
Average niggaz wouldn't do the things I do
I'm on my knees so please just let me taste you
Shit, my mind's in the gutter,
I'm eatin your butter 
Pink eggs and ham,
Girl you taste just like spam

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f/ Buddy Roe, J.T. Money

Buddy Roe
Freaky deaky, Trick Daddy and Yours truly Buddy Rizoe

J.T. Money
Yeah, and that nigga, J.T. Motherfucker check it out

See I'm a pimp, you motherfuckers better know
'Cause when I find out my bitch ain't shit I MIGHT let her go
'Cause a ho gon be a ho, nigga that's in the game
So all you niggas that be taking them out and buying thangs
That's less I got to do plus that bitch fed
I get her for half of everything plus some of that smokin' head
So what the fuck? You'se a duck. Nigga spend your flow
See I know you just want to say you fucked my ho
But that ain't shit 'cause I ain't never been a sucker
I'll let you have that hoe, nigga I bet you I can still fuck her
Better recognizer, I'm the bitch-izer
Next time you see your hoe your bitch'll have her thighs up
On a flick with this dick off inside her
Show you how to ride her
I'll make that pussy wider
You marks ain't got nathan for me
I'll make your baby mama leave you and tell you she love me
So who's the motherfucking man now?
You can never outdo me dawg and never understand why
This goes deeper than just dollars and cents
You keep breaking off them hos and that money keeps getting spent
'Cause I'm a pimp, now let me hear you say it

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Latoya Edwars
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby(echoes)

J.T. Money 
Yes sir, I'm a pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it.

Latoya Edwards
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby

JT Money
Yes, I'm a pimp pimp, come on say it!

Latoya Edwards
You a pimp baby, You a pimp baby

JT Money
One more time, I'm a pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it

Latoya Edwards
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp

Buddy Roe
What is this shit about you on the rag?
You wants to lag in my pad with my cash before I get that ass, ya dig?
You think I'm bluffing 
Let me catch you cuffing
BITCH!
I won't stand for this bullshit
Now while you blinkin ho I'm thinkin
Pretty Tony's thinking
Now I'm yo people get that bank and ho from here to Macon
Other creeps can't compete with this pimp in me
I'm chaufered round In this '97 photo fleet
peep
My chunky sable
Read the label
I'm getting bread out you bitches 'cause I'm able
You got me looking like a million bucks
Turning tricks suckin up dicks and lickin hella nuts
'Cause I'm the real
Ain't no need for you to bill me
I'm already hot
Get the cash out that ass I'm that type of guy
I introduced you to these fucking streets
Gave you a PHD
So 'fuck you mean you don't need me?
I'll break your neck hoe


Latoya Edwars
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby(echoes)

Buddy Roe
Hell yea, 'cause I'm yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it.

Latoya Edwards
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby

Buddy Roe
That's right 'cause I'm yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it!

Latoya Edwards
You's a pimp baby, You's a pimp baby

Buddy Roe
Hell yeah, 'Cause I'm yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it

Latoya Edwards
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby

Buddy Roe (singing)
If you see me walking down the street, and I'm lookin fly-hy
I'm lookin fly
Walk on by
Walk on by

Trick Daddy
Yes sir
I wear my pants hanging off my ass, a Class A pimp
And I walk with this gangsta ass limp
Some call me sir Trick, or even mack baby
I got these girls down south going Trick Crazy
Now come take a walk with your future mack
So we can discuss all our future plans
This is my lady never disrespect her
Or your sure to get fucked up
If you see me with another ho
Baby just let it go
'Cause it aint worth getting your neck broke
Bitch, I'm wearing the pants, I'm the law man
Just put your money in my gotdamn hand
'Cause I'm your pimp, pimp, now let me hear you say it

Latoya Edwars
You're my pimp baby, you're my pimp baby(echoes)

Trick Daddy
'Cause I'm yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it.

Latoya Edwards
You're my pimp baby, you're my pimp baby

Buddy Roe
'Cause I'm yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it!

Latoya Edwards
You're my pimp baby, You're my pimp baby

Buddy Roe
Yes sir, I am yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it

Latoya Edwards
You're my pimp baby, you're my pimp baby (echoes)

Spoken
Pimpin hoes ain't dead, 
My eyes is red mother fucker
Smoking trees and B's
I got many hoes on they knees
From pittsburgh to mexico
I got all kinda hos Nigga
You better recognize and realize
Real game aint no thang
It's just a new thang

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f/ Buddy Roe

Beep!

Trick Daddy
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch 
Gold-digging for them tender dicks
A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam, by the back door
Wearing them shorts up your ass with a tube top
Letting niggas stick they fingers all in the cock
Pussy all big and wet, looking good and shit
Smelling like dead fish
And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit
And every time I see you, you got to have dick
You wants mo' respect
You gets no respect
And all you want is some hardcore sex
1, 2, 3, yes you know
4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your hole
Back-to-back from the back, head and all
Doo-doo brown and licked his hairy ass balls
In the streets late-night me, you, and all my boys
What I'm thinking 'bout honey bun (honey bun)
You got the nigga running up in you
Shake it like "Naww, I'm not trying to do you"
No good freak, is the same but I love you
I'm off in you skin-deep motherfucker let's do it again sometimes you like that, huh?
The next nut going out for your grandma


You'se a ho but you can't help it 'cause you don't know it
I figure you'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it
Oh, Oh, Ho
You'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it



Buddy Roe
Stupid bitch you done dropped out of high school 
But who's the fool?
You'se a prime example
You met a nigga named Mike 
at the nice Lexus lane looking like grands for the night
Times are hard, you scared, your rent is due
It aint no limit to the shit you do
You making records in the studio
Telling me it aint who you know it's who you blow
Sheit,
I'll hit you up for a gangbang
Have you doing strange thangs for some small change
Keeping it real
Fucking with the wrong pops
Longshoreman on the dock
Head, booty and cock
You get what he got
Shooting tech to his whole cat
Took him home let him hit you from the back
With tax because it's like that

I figure you'se a Ho Ho Ho

You can't trust
A bitch with a big butt
You get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touch
Jimmy-up when I bust her
Fucked her
HIV can't trust her
I got too much to lose
Cash rules
Protect the family jewels
Yeah,
And I ain't going out like Easy
Believe me
A nigga disease free

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Trick Daddy
Had another baby, blame it on the same nigga
Reason being is seeing that he's a dope dealin
Bitch, you'se a fiend you want dick
You wan't much flow,
But I can't pay you ho
You dissed Trick, 
And now you on the hitlist
I dogged you out, and now you getting dick shit
I told my boys 
That you make much noise
And you like getting off with those sex toys
A bunch of high school hos at the Goom-Bay*
They got they drawers in they hands like it's okay
They got all the niggas jockin 'cause they cock fat
The young hoes turning heads 'cause they got back
Now, they finer than them hos off TV
But, they fucking every nigga on fifteenth
So I figgaaaaaaa 
You'se a Ho Ho Ho

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Ho Ho Ho

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