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Trick (Freestyle) lyrics

Performer Fog Steel

Trick (Freestyle) song lyrics by Fog Steel official

Trick (Freestyle) is a song in English

Uh huh
Uh huh
You know the motto nigga
Five five five five
Yea
Yea
Nigga
Uh
Nigga

Got 400 in 20s and think that you having boy get the fuck on with that lil ass spread
That nigga was talking I don't know what happened but next thing you know that lil nigga was dead
You niggas got 100 guns don't got 100 ones broke ass boys ain't got no bread
So why would I sit up and argue with you when I can go out and make money instead

I got a word of a day for you broke ass niggas it's called priorities
Niggas sit on they ass and they beefing on IG I swear you niggas authorities h All that shit that you talk to a hoe but you see me in person like why you ignoring me
Had to block that bitch when I left her crib like why do you keep on recording me?

Had to pop out trim cause you know I'm him
Skinny nigga plenty muscle grandma call me slim
Nigga say he got motion but all on my phone asking for money like you really lied in that snip
I be outside tryna chase me a bag while your ass on the game tryna watch the clock tick
And I ain't rich yet but I got me some money what I spent on my bitch please don't call me a trick

Fat ass boy Ima knock your glasses when I see you
My cousin he told me stop dissing and I'm tryna listen but I just wanna beat you

No Diddy

I just want some head girl I don't want no kitty
And I don't want no ex so don't tell me you miss me
If I'm out past 2 a.m. don't get on this car lil nigga cause Mook right with me
If I'm out past 2 a.m. got a glock on my hip and I'm ready to pop my shit
If I'm out past 2 a.m. and I'm with your bitch then you know that she pop her tits

You niggas be pedos
Ezra Fitz
She a pretty little liar Ima give her dick
Only tapped that once now she stalking me like she A
You know I had to block that quick
Come here where you going you not that quick
Just like me on the mic my drac gon spit Got a dirty ass cup and I'm sipping on mud but this shit ain't brown I ain't talking bout Chris

She get nasty off Don
Lighting my wood of a bon
Passing this bitch like baton

I pay for her hair and I told her to go Naomi or Angel or Cola, Milaan
And we out all day
And no I can't take you on dates
Cause you know I gotta play it safe
She feel on my hair and she say that she like it she asking who did it I say locsbynaee

Told my girl I got money ain't shit to pay But I ain't buying shit if you start acting fake
Thinking I'm Kobe when I'm shooting this bitch and I go in the dark and you watching me fade
Better know your role better know your place
Don't ask for shit if you ain't A
Real road runner baby 5 nigga
I been on the road 3 days and I still ain't ate

Wait you know what's crazy tho
I'm not even trying like
All this shit really off the top of my fucking head
I'm not even trying
And I'm better than all them weak ass niggas who put they all into this shit
But we gon get into that another day
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Writer: Fog Steel
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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