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wifisfuneral

Light Skin Trick Daddy

 

Light Skin Trick Daddy

(album: wifisfuneral - 2014)


Ride threw yo hood like I own it
Backwoods back on deck bitch we zoning
30 ounces of skunk yeah we smoking
I'm off of two xannies, I'm rollin
The return of the light skin pimp
Finna getcha blowed on a zip
Then I dip in that pussy it's wet yeah that gushy
Young trunks to all yo bitches when I let my hair grow
Finna death beam in all up in that ass with this metal cooler condom real slow
And tell yo bitch I'm tippin on 44s in my cadie
Walking round like I'm the lightskin trick daddy
Huffin and puffin the bud
I'm rollin a dub
Fuck nigga you talking slick rappin wassup
Like you know we can bump
Its the beast from the east
I got your bitch fucking and sucking
Straight down to her knees, like please she bow to a g at ease
I step in the streets
Like nigga come test it
1-2 and I'm threw leave that nigga straight breathless
And I'm back in the cut like its time for some action
Beat a nigga ass if he want a palm beach pass
Think fast got the fie cocked in the back trunk
Don't make the seat blast
Let a fuck nigga test
Best believe that tech will be up to his neck

My nigga my nigga I'm already dead
My nigga my nigga we out for you head
My nigga my nigga you filled up with lead
Kill myself in that black Ferrari
These horror thoughts, see they ain't never gon leave
They gon always haunt me
See you'on know nan nigga that could fuck with me
Know nan nigga that can flow me
Know nan nigga who already deceased
Know nan nigga burning blunts like a forest fire when he pull up to the scene
Huffin and puffin that purplely green
If I fuck with yo bitch I will get in between
You praying these niggas ain't fucking with me
Resurrected from the tomb
Black plague spreading threw my veins
Got yo bitch pussy poppin in my room
And if there is a problem nigga tell me what it do
Look me in my eyes I don't give a fuck who the fuck you

And tell yo bitch I'm tipping on 44's in my caddie, walking 'round like I'm the light skin Trick Daddy!
And tell yo bitch I'm tipping on 44's in my caddie, walking 'round like I'm the light skin Trick Daddy!
And tell yo bitch I'm tipping on 44's in my caddie, walking 'round like I'm the light skin Trick Daddy!
And tell yo bitch I'm tipping on 44's in my caddie, walking 'round like I'm the light skin Trick Daddy!

done

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