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Trick Daddy We Got

f/ Trina from Exit Wounds soundtrack [Chorus: J.V.] We Got, Mo' hoes (mo' hoes) mo' dank (mo' dank) Mo' cheese in the bank, mo' rank My dawgs on

Prijevod: Trick Daddy. Mi je dobio.

Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin? You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich You got niggaz

Time to make money and more trouble And we all hungry and all hustle And we all humble, but together we got more muscle And we got dough, nigga me and P we

to lay down, I'm sick of the fraud I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage we all know your last name is what got you a job you use to put together

who Go fuckin' wit one of my own No no, wrong, any place where my chrome Left devils at they home Double bang, execution, we mo murda, stupid trick You, bitch that asked me We

tricks then bring it back to daddy that's how you can get this dick I need the cash first - and the ass last and we can blow dro in the Benz while I

the station Back and forth pacing, acting all impatient Last hundred dollars, she got to 'Get By' Now gotta make a choice, go home or get high Mommy and daddy

, trick get back, uh trick get back You tell her, trick get back, for ya ass get smacked You tell her, trick get back, what trick get back You tell her, trick