tricks (gotcha!) - michete lyrics
i’m f-cking talented
i can do a lot of sh-t
trust and believe i’m on top of it
gotcha
walk it like i talk it
more than polly in my pocket
i got tricks, b-tch, call me reggie rocket (whoo-oo! yeah! alright.)
realest b-tch in my city
so these f-ggots can’t ride with me
got that eighteen inches hanging down past my t-tties
and i run around with those scissors
eat the hoes up for my dessert
when you turn around, i might transform into a lizard
i’m so f-cking cold-blooded
i’ma leave these b-tches gutted
probably thought that i was joking but i wasn’t
gotcha
what you know b-tch?
b-tch i’m h-lla sick
i got h-lla tricks, i got i got h-lla tricks
go and talk sh-t
that’s irrelevant
i got h-lla tricks, i got i got h-lla tricks
i got h-lla tricks, i got i got h-lla tricks
i got h-lla tricks
gotcha
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
i got cool–ss motherf-cking tricks
i got cool–ss motherf-cking tricks
i got cool–ss motherf-cking tricks
i got cool–ss motherf-cking tricks
gotcha
you b-tches can’t match this
man down on my mattress
pouring gasoline on my p-ssy, yelling out “who got the matches?”
tricks like i’m magic
rock star, patrick
you stay staring at that pic like, goals- hat trick
yeah dude, i kick -ss
fresher than a tic tac
walk through and i’m turning heads
giving b-tches that whiplash
i’m getting attention
you ain’t never worth a mention
you can sit your -ss down like i put you in detention
that’s one big room, full of sad b-tches
gotcha
what you know b-tch?
b-tch i’m h-lla sick
i got h-lla tricks, i got i got h-lla tricks
go and talk sh-t
that’s irrelevant
i got h-lla tricks, i got i got h-lla tricks
i got h-lla tricks, i got i got h-lla tricks
i got h-lla tricks
gotcha
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
cool f-cking tricks
i got cool–ss motherf-cking tricks
i got cool–ss motherf-cking tricks
i got cool–ss motherf-cking tricks
i got cool–ss motherf-cking tricks
gotcha
i’m tricking and treating no matter the season
i don’t need a reason
i shine like a beacon
i’m slicing the pie and i’m taking the piece
and i get what i seek
and i’m leaving them geeking
i’m bringing the heat
and i’m keeping them screaming
you cannot compete
‘cause you’re too f-cking weak
and i don’t do that beefing
like i am a vegan
and i never listen so why are you speaking?
b-tch, why are you speaking?
like… shut the f-ck up
gotcha
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