you want it right now Let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight My dick is gettin' rock hard, oh my god There's gonna be some fuckin' tonight, take
now Let a nigga know Is we gun fuck tonight My dick is gettin' rock hard Oh mah god There's gonna be some fuckin' tonight Take your panties off
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fuckin' tonight Take your panties off Move your panties off to the side And let a nigga know Is we gun fuck tonight [Verse 1: Trick Daddy] See good pussy
him impress daddy that way No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking
bitch baby he's talking shit about our clique but he don't crazy You see the writing on my dick You know that trick,tracy Yeah, she's making me sick living
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5 Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5) Rick Ross! Pitbull! The Bottom! Listenn Nigga! [Trick Daddy:] Till a
she playin with her nose but she suck a mean hose I can't even lie like a ghetto ass bitch is down for her daddy aint scared to break a trick a yellow
are you? "16" I think I'll call you Apple, cause your ass is kinda fat Well that's just right But you're 18 if anybody asks tonight Catch a trick, suck
in ya life, cause I'm a true dirt digger so go on hit the streets, break them lame tricks then bring it back to daddy that's how you can get this dick
Carolina Birddog AKA Ginboy, Mister Ginboy, y'all know what it is I got my man gotto in the house tonight I got my homeboy Bryan in the house tonight
, hit the cot, the bitch still be hot She's workin' tonight, she'll stick to the script My life is so tight when hoes flip you tricks Put a sponge on
Dade (DJ Khaled) Born, born n raised, born, born n raised (And when I ride, I ride for 305) Born, born n raised in the County of Dade (Trick Daddy)
's where the plot thickens They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin' They call the squad, hittin' blocks with they guns blowin' Somebody's gonna die tonight
war Let him impress Daddy that way No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological warfare to trick us
Baby Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me A '98 convertible, light blue I'm looking for a fly guy, like you So hurry down the chimney tonight...