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what da - trick trick lyrics

[intro: trick trick]
(yeah)
party over! (down)
party over! (sit)
(watch it, watch out now!)
trick trick!

[verse 1: trick trick]
he in the club with his [?] ripped, i got the hoes
who i came in this b*tch with? n0body knows
i’m in the corner so it kinda look like i’m alone
when i see [?] make a move, i look at [?]
diezel [?] up behind his ass, he on his heels
[?] watching from the left, n*gga, this sh*t is real
we finna give this mother f*cker somethin’ that the can feel
[?] starin’ at this n*gga like, the last meal
dealin’ cane around the corner, he got the thang
he don’t notice that it’s on the floor, we finna bang
i got some east side k!llas with me, this ain’t a game
big [sweets?], big [?] x, to bring pain
here come [?], lil’ j, and big t
they ain’t know i brought this many k!llers, with me
big boy stepped in front of me, i tapped his shoulder
beat his mother f*ckin’ ass, holla “the party over!”

[chorus: trick trick]
what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck you lookin’ at n*gga? (what?)
what the f*ck you lookin’ at n*gga? ([cash?]?)
what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck you lookin’ at n*gga? (what?)
what the f*ck you lookin’ at n*gga? ([cash?]?)
[verse 2: trick trick]
i got a [?] checkin’ for me, this b*tch [?]
she seen the wonder boy’s [?] beamin’, and b*tch froze
the way she lookin’ at me, know she wanna get low
notice the mother f*cker stand like this his house
grab my hand, pull me to the door, say “let’s leave”
i can tell he got somethin’ stupid up his sleeve
he ain’t see me toast a hundred bottles with these g’s
i can blink an eye [one soldier]?, he won’t breathe
so i figure i gon’ ask this n*gga, what it was?
i don’t wanna make it seem like i got a buzz
but i do, and it’s talkin’ to me, “f*ck him up”
i’ma talk to this n*gga first, to see what’s up
i was calm for a minute, but! it didn’t last
and this stupid lookin’ mother f*cker is talkin’ back
don’t wanna shut the club down. trick! give him a pass
but he still keep starin’ at me, now beat his ass

[verse 3: miz korona]
this b*tch must be crazy, she actin’ outta order
she’s p*ssed ’cause her man been waitin’ to meet korona
i’ma have to pull my blade, and get to cuttin’
better yet, my n*ggas got them k’s, they get to bussin’
but i’ma knock this b*tch out, on some d sh*t
stomp the hooker out ’til her ass can’t see sh*t
we fifty deep but i ain’t bout to call my squad and
we terrorize clubs like we roam with bin laden
we throw chants, elbows, and all that
if you don’t wanna get yo ass kicked then fall back
or get your jaw cracked with this bass [?]
keep frontin’ like you hard, and catch a slug when you [?] that
and i don’t wanna go to jail for murda
but this ho ‘causin’ a seen unheard of
and i’ma have to hurt’a, whip out the burna
send that b*tch to the [?] for f*ckin’ with miz korona
[chorus: trick trick, miz korona]
what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck you lookin’ at b*tch? (what?)
what the f*ck you lookin’ at b*tch? ([cash?]?)
what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck? what the f*ck you lookin’ at b*tch? (what?)
what the f*ck you lookin’ at b*tch? ([cash?]?)

[outro: miz korona]
what the f*ck you lookin’ at b*tch? d*mn!

- trick trick lyrics

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