Trickin ft. MIXEDBYHURST Lyrics

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Uh, uh, uh, uh

I ain't trippin' off on these niggas, trickin' off on these hoes

I ain't trippin' off these niggas, trickin' off on these hoes

I ain't trippin' off these niggas, trickin' off on these hoes (ha)

To whom it concerns this is dedicated, to all trickin' niggas, yeah I appreciate it

'Cause with these bitches, y'all be spending money

So my spending pains are alleviated

You gotta pay, ain't no need to fake it

And we sharing bitches, ain't no need to hate me

Nigga hate yourself, you'll never take your wealth

She'll bring it to me, let me mediate it

She got one nigga buying' shoes

Other nigga buyin bags, Yeah

Ex-nigga still buy food, But I'm the only one getting the ass

Only one getting to smash, Only one diving up in there without spending cash

See, you was trying to be the only one

And that's the only reason why you mad, Nigga,

Trickin' is for kids

And word to Wayne, that I'm a grown man

I don't kiss lips, I don't hold hands

I'm that who to kid, no romance

I don't show love, nor give hugs

Don't hold me, bitch, let me hold some dough

I ain't shit, all you get is dick

A blunt, gas and a four-for-four, Throat super dope, throat super dope

It's insane, in the membrane, that shit flame

I love it when she use her hands in her spit game

It's three cray, it's three cray

Bro come and get your bitch, mane

The crazy part is she suck me up, But she only give you a kiss, mane

You gotta pay for that pussy, uh

So you can lay in that pussy, yeah

I fuck her crazy, my little throat baby, The way that I stay in that pussy, yeah

We don't do drama, thats my lil' mama, I think I was made for that pussy, yeah

I keep her litty, she thinks she's so pretty

I think she a goddess, I might aswell migrate in her pussy-

C-C-Crime family bought a big ball

Said I knocked the pussy, knocked the ring out her

See, you're trying to get that thing out her

I'm just trying to get some cream out her

E-Honda, I'm a street fighter

Smack her on the booty, bring the beast out her

Lick her on the booty, bring the freak out her

You bring me a drink, I'll be Kevin Gates

We fucking raw, we ain't never saved

Dick dripping sauce, and I let her taste

She hop on this dick and she levitate

No, she hop on this dick and she meditate (ha)

She told me I'm the one to balance her

The other day, she asked me for her date

And so I went and bought the bitch a calendar

You went and bought the bitch a calendar?

Bro, I went and bought the bitch a calendar

Just know what she dodging your calls

She all on my balls, riding like a Challenger

And we fucking up in your house too

I'm whipping the breakfast like nothin'

I'm getting head all in your house shoes

So go ahead and call your mama, nigga

I want all the smoke and all the drama, nigga

I don't really wanna have to drop a nigga

You don't really, really want these problems, nigga

But just know they call me 'problem solving nigga"

You can't stop a nigga, that can stop a nigga

I won't stop till my watch an Obama nigga, and I'm gone