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letra de f**ckin' around - trick daddy

(chorus)
yall n-ggas keep f–kin around
f–kin’ around, f–k round get stuck in the ground
i ain’t no busta see, yall n-ggas better stop f–kin wit me

(young jeezy)
i hit the clown in the dirt
jump on the top wit a drop that n-gga down in the dirt
the first n-gga quick to get it first
call the paramedics ’cause the police be stealing from the herse
i aim it at ya hat when i burst
if i don’t get a grammy i’m headed at the rat n-ggas first
and i’m back full of perk strap on the curb
slap that b-tch on the third
n-gga done caught wit a slurr
can’t see sh-t but a blurr
crank up that chevey let her purr
we all from the curve
b-tch n-ggas runnin up nerve
i ain’t gone let u die
and i (?) tag a man
said u runnin from the hood and i’m packistan
b-tch i’m a m-th- f–kin jacka man
and understand when the m-th- f–kin crack is stayin

(trick daddy)
yall m-th- f–kers better run ’cause we got bombs
plus we got guns that take off arms
got 4,4 that shoot the do’ and got buck loads of that 84
and like john doe, hit ya city start k!lling every n-gga who ain’t feelin’ this rhyme
and ain’t feelin’ this vibe
to many n-ggas goose neckin my ride
but okay my a.k fully
yall n-ggas watch how u step to me
and yall young n-ggas back the f–k up
and don’t make me act the f–k up
’cause it al’ be another war
i’ll k!ll every m-th- f–ker that yall know
thats yo’ ma,pa, sister in law
yo’ daddy yo dog and yo hoe
now i ain’t claim to be a saint
and no got d-mn serial k!ller
i just wanna know my n-gga what made u disrespect a n-gga
what u thought i was a buster, sucker, a rapper, or actor
n-gga rat to the cracker yep they’ll protect ya but one day f–k n-gga i’m gone catch ya

(chorus 2x)
(kase 1)
been got my b’s got my cheese
f–k n-gga u dont play wit a g’
c-ck back aim and squeeze
now ya -ss on the ground wit the trees
my ol’ boy didn’t raise no snitch
my ol’ girl didn’t raise no b-tch
u outta line i’ll k!ll u b-tch
not put that sh-t on my chick
man i pull bout 26 b-tches
gotta perk sh-t 26 inches
on the concrete n-gga
gotta lace on the concrete n-gga
at least when i rap a lot
break down hoes in the trap a lot
f–k n-gga i got crypt for days
slip n’ slide wit them bnoys from dade
305 to the 404, g’ sh-t we’ll take ya hoe
look dawg we’ll take ya bricks
then u gone cop some candy sh-t
f–k n-gga i hope it’s worth it
spray ya -ss like a job from (?)
came here to suck a d-ck atl dade county and trick

(chorus)
(t.i.)
aye,aye yall suck -ss n-ggas keep playin wit me
f–k around see me wit a a.k on the streets
start bussin makin m-th- f–kers lay in the streets
all ’cause of what a n-gga say on the beat
look, i’m a g’ thats sayin the least
from trapin to sprayin the heat to wearin the key
instead of all that attention u were payin to me
u should of been mindin ya business and keepin it pimpin
but i know most n-ggas ain’t built like that
just know old n-ggas get k!lled like that
u dont wanna f–k around wit tip like that
look flip when the body bag zip thats that
n-ggas wanna talk sh-t and c-ck duce
wit this fully automatic mack 10’s start shootin
so u can run high and tell lies if u want to
but when i f–k around and run up on u what u gone do

(chorus)

- trick daddy

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