Double O Smoove - Tricky
Oh my God, the cable turned offYou shouldn't of sucked the nigga dick for free (ooh)
Yeah (Uh huh)
You should've (Uh huh)
Yeah (Uh huh)
Ooh (Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Yeah yeah (Yeah yeah)
Go and put the new Smoove on, these songs hotter than a hoe pussy (Yeah)
Ya boyfriend use coupons and you said he fuck like he hate pussy (Yeah)
Come to this side get with me (Yeah)
He a big joke get with me (Yeah)
He don't get dough get with me (Yeah)
I make ten fold, get with me (Yeah)
Never stressing bout none these hoes, that's why big bags gon' stay with me (Bags bags)
Ain't ya fault that you love a lame nigga baby girl you is so silly (Damn damn)
What you see in him? So silly (Aww)
Girl ya life look so iffy (Aww)
And my life look so litty (Yeah)
Fuck with me, it can get tricky (Yeah)
I switch seasons I'm never chilly, imma slide to Melbourne and fuck the city (Ooh)
I got hoes waiting just to get me, I don't stress pussy but im getting plenty (No cap)
When I'm in my home town I don't slow down, I'm with the baddest in the city (No cap)
Shoutout shawty with the pretty kitty, when I slide through I always leave it drippy (Ooh yeah)
Money bags stacking to the tippy top of a high ceiling having trap house (Trap trap)
Plenty fans, plenty niggas talking hot, when I see them they be capped out (Cap cap)
Talking shit like they finna do something, niggas see me and they back down (Cap cap)
You know my background, I be rapped out, I be wildin' out bringing straps out (Blat blat)
I'm from the county but this shit was never sweet, I was raised by some real niggas (Yeah)
Daddy died as a real nigga, for my last name I will kill niggas (Yeah)
Love my gang, they some real niggas
We dont keep Tommys but Hilfiger out how this ak spill niggas (Brrrt)
You get knocked off your heels nigga (Yeah yeah)
All you niggas talk about is bitches and not money, nigga that shit ass backwards (Yeah yeah)
All my niggas got them figures we be hungry, you wont ever see my tax bracket (Naw naw)
It's like three zips, two straps, a box of condoms if a nigga backpacking (Yeah yeah)
Beat the pussy up too hard, now I'm stuck with a nat nat napping (Yeah yeah)
Wake her up, kick her ass out cause I cant let her see my ass trapping (Uh no cap)
I cant vouch for lil shawty, just 'cause the pussy good dont mean she ain't ratting (Uh no cap)
I wont stop 'till I see rackies, 'least 20 for a light back end (Yeah)
What you got is a small fraction of what I got and I'm not cappin' (Ooh)
Niggas broke and they cant stand it, I stand tall just like I stack it (Yeah)
Glock 17 30 package, Curry clips what a nigga packin' (Yeah)
If they got them then I got to have em, he a problem got to body bag him (Ooh ooh)
Toe tag him, now we laughing, I be hanging with the sick bastards (Ooh Ooh)
Go and put the new Smoove on, these songs hotter than a hoe pussy (Yeah)
Ya boyfriend use coupons and you said he fuck like he hate pussy (Yeah)
Come to this side get with me (Yeah)
He a big joke get with me (Yeah)
He don't get dough get with me (Yeah)
I make ten fold, get with me (Yeah)
Never stressing bout none these hoes, that's why big bags gon' stay with me (Bags bags)
Ain't ya fault that you love a lame nigga baby girl you is so silly (Damn damn)
What you see in him? So silly (Aww)
Girl ya life look so iffy (Aww)
And my life look so litty (Yeah)
Fuck with me, it can get tricky (Yeah)
Written by:
Keaun Johns
Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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