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Trick Daddy Have My Cheese

get it too if I pull your card [Trick Daddy] Nigga don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese You know I'm 'bout my B's You better have my cheese 'Cause I go crazy

get it too if I pull your card [Trick Daddy] Nigga don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese You know I'm 'bout my B's You better have my cheese 'Cause I go crazy

not my steez, not like me It's not the way I wanna blow my cheese, like I blow my trees The whole world know I need, a girl that'll curl my toes for

so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta

Roe out the pin And then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh [Verse 2: Trick Daddy] I'm 'bout a G short, not bees One of my (???) got caught

my name is Jay-Z, she was all on my dick Gradually I'm takin' over your bitch, comin' over your shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my

boys from Vallel At every light it's automatic, burn rubber See my folkers in the traffic, whassup ERB Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh My potnah

your characters and ain't talk about shit Early in the mornin', my 2-way is jumpin Wit da petty want some boys, daddy want nothin' Wastin' up my characters, you don't have

not my steez, not like me It's not the way I wanna blow my cheese, like I blow my trees The whole world know I need, a girl that'll curl my toes for