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sucha - trick trick lyrics

[intro]
trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, it’s yo boy
trick, trick, trick trick (c’mon)
you know i ain’t playin’ (wonder boy)
(c’mon)

[chorus]
you such a gangsta, why you fake so much? (whut? whut?)
you such a playa, why you hate so much? (whut? whut?)
you such a k!lla when you packin’ the gun
when real k!llas come around (villainous!)
you don’t do nothin’ but run

[verse 1]
i hate yo type, let’s put it on the floor of the deck
i can smell you from a mile away, you ain’t right homie
you love the drama, but ain’t ready for the beef
ain’t never ready for the fight homie, what you scared of?
that there’s a chance we gon’ see yo face
come through later and g up yo place
see you got yo phone and dialin’ 911
regular run, but see they ain’t gon’ come ’cause they know you a rat!
rat master, big as fat b*st*rd
anywhere other than church, and you gettin’ blasted
for real though, wanna stump you with a steel toe
smack this n*gga on his ass, he’s a real ho (hahaha)
stern and silver (?) in the club with yo hands up
lookin’ like a d*mn fool, pull your pants up!
and you wonder why you can’t get a pass
and why is everybody’s talkin’ bout whoopin’ yo ass n*gga
[chorus]
you such a gangsta, why you fake so much? (whut? whut?)
you such a playa, why you hate so much? (whut? whut?)
you such a k!ller when you packin’ the gun
when real k!llers come around, you do nothin’ but run
you such a gangsta, why you fake so much? (whut? whut?)
you such a playa, why you hate so much? (whut? whut?)
you such a k!ller when you packin’ the gun
when real k!llers come around (villainous!)
you do nothin’ but run

[verse 2]
mother f*cker you don’t know me, and i don’t know you either
stop tryin’ to talk to me, lyin’ to people, tellin’ them
that i got yo back, your way back
that’s my enemy you talking to, why would you say that?
idiot. now they finna give it to you, did you get it yet?
stupidest n*gga up in the city yet, you see him?
all the time, but you might not know
we finna wrap him up after the show
he the one that keep yellin’ he a k!ller, and swear he a g
pretending to be a dealer but they frontin’ [?]
got a [?] ain’t even cashed out yet
his baby momma brotha frontin’ [?] take his ass out yet
if you ever see him drivin’, what none of them [?]
could be them boys [?] runnin ’em beats
if he ever get arrested, he gon’ tell on him
and he wonder why there’s h*ll on him, the mother f*cker
[chorus]
you such a gangsta, why you fake so much? (whut? whut?)
you such a playa, why you hate so much? (whut? whut?)
you such a k!ller when you packin’ the gun
when real k!llers come around, you don’t do nothin’ but run
you such a gangsta, why you fake so much? (i like that)
(whut? whut?)
you such a playa, why you hate so much? (whut? whut?)
you such a k!ller when you packin’ the gun
when real k!llers come around, (villainous!) you don’t do nothin’ but run

[verse 3]
i get so sick of these mother f*ckers pretendin’ not to be busters
always hatin’ for nothin’, and tryin’ to come under somethin’
you n*ggas is f*gs, tryna play ahead on my sh*t
you n*ggas is f*gs, keep yo ass in the closet
b*tch*made, n*gga you fake as f*ck
no retaliation on the n*ggas that sprayed yo truck
you locked up, five g’s, and stuck in the can
writin’ letters to a b*tch that’s f*ckin’ yo mans
you got [?] where another n*gga stuck his d*ck
if you want her then you can have her but i f*cked yo b*tch
she gotta whole lotta mouth n*gga, just like you
but she don’t talk that much, ’cause i put it to use
if you was a pimp n*gga, then your mac is gone
who you think this funny lookin’ b*tch practice on?
you like to lie aloud bout how many gats you bust
on a movie you couldn’t act like gus, mother f*cker (extra)
[chorus]
you such a gangsta, why you fake so much?
you such a playa, why you hate so much?
you such a k!ller when you packin’ the gun
when real k!llers come around, you do nothin’ but run
you such a gangsta, why you fake so much?
you such a playa, why you hate so much?
you such a k!ller when you packin’ the gun
when real k!llers come around, you do nothin’ but run

- trick trick lyrics

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