Shut Up Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy: We gon' let the band deal wit' this Ha ha, uh MIA Style, ha Old School Uh huh Okay, Shut Up Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x) Ah ha, Okay What's Up, Shut Up Trick Daddy: Ridin' 'round

Shut Yo Face (Uncle Fucka) Trick Daddy

Shut yo fucking face (Verse 1 Trick Daddy) Everybody wanna be the big boy Sling king with the biggest names in the game In the wood grains big grins big chains big things on the big mane Motherfuckers

Shut Up Trick Daddy Featuring Co, Deuc

[Trick Daddy] We gon' let the band deal with this Ha ha, mmm-hmm M-I-A Style, heh, old school Uh hah.. Okay, shut up! Chorus: Trick Daddy Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!

Shut Up Springbreak

TRICK DADDY Miscellaneous Shut Up"(feat. Co, Deuce Poppito, Trina <>Trick DaddyWe gon' let the band deal with this Ha ha, mmm-hmm M-I-A Style, heh, old school Uh hah. Okay, shut up!

Walkin' Like A Hoe Trick Daddy

a nigga like me Straighten that thug nigga like me And I know I shouldn't say this, but just take the dick and I slang this dick for days (ho) Try to explain this shit away I'm 24/7 like Triple A, so shut

J.O.D.D. (feat. Khia & Tampa Tony) Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] We gettin dollas (dollas,dollas,dollas,dollas) Yours Truly,I know ya'll been waitin' for it And it's about time,ain't it?

These Are the Daze Trick Daddy

Heh, y'all remember back in the days When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars And had to go strip your own switch off the tree These are the days [Chorus: Trick Daddy + (singer)] (These

Champion (Feat. Trick Daddy) Jacki-O

Jacki-ODaum this must be the remix, remix, remix, remix Goin to town, Drum major, Jacki-O, T double D Trick DaddyI am the champion King ding-a-ling Say my name for the dick I sling Go on head bitch do

Shut Sleeper Agent

Courage it spilt The spiders prey don't lie Ain't got a thing to hide But one last dirty try pay no mind So throw me up against the wall I heard it all through your draw A food and mouth high deep pics

Born A Thug Trick Daddy

thug His mama was a G And daddy was a G But nothin' left for him to be But a thug This is a story bout a young nigga Who's mama was a whore and his daddy was a drug dealer Ridin' 'round the corner from

Get On Up Trick Daddy

Atlanta, get on up!!!! Alabama, get on up!!!! Mississippi, get on up!!! Houston, get on up!!! Carolina, get on up!!! New Orleans, get on up!!! Chicago, get on up!!!

Woke Up With A Monster Cheap Trick

Mommy and daddy don't see eye to eye. Mommy and daddy don't see when we cry. Mommy and daddy they don't understand. What's wrong with this picture, is right in their hands.

Woke Up With A Monster (Album Version) Cheap Trick

Mommy and daddy don't see eye to eye. Mommy and daddy don't see when we cry. Mommy and daddy they don't understand. What's wrong with this picture, is right in their hands.

Let Me Ride Trick Daddy

curve is thug animated but first off this is T double when I hitya with them k cutters you turn bout three colors gon and get your big brother I don`t care I`m dade county major slash player hold up

TDD Trick Daddy

Kiki:I'm bout to call Trick. Man:For what? Kiki:Just to call him and see what he doin' Man:Bitch.

Nann Trick Daddy

Hell no I don't want to holla at no motherfuckin Trick He all over there smelling like boonk and Hennesey and shit Hell no I'm saying though What you got a playa back there just trying to say what's up

Gangsta Trick Daddy

And the winner is, Trick Diesel Facemob My nigga Baby, ha ha Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker

Let's Go (edited album version) Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon [Hook:] Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)

Let's Go (feat. Twista & Lil' Jon) Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon [Hook:] Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)

Let's Go (feat. Big D & Twista) (Clean Ver.) Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon [Hook:] Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)

Gotta Let You Have It Trick Daddy

"[Buddy Roe] Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic [Trick Daddy] I just might have to toss this nine Across your mind Across

U Neva Know Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] This one goin out to uhh, that nigga Bub (the game done changed) Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that nigga Wayne Parker (ha ha) You know, all the niggaz I know that was told on Yesterday's

I'll Be Your Player (Remix) Trick Daddy

Bein that I'm real I feel you need a man in your life child Somebody black baldheaded plus buckwild They call me Trick Daddy dollars A real woman scholar If a player's what you want lil mama holla Don't

Change My Life Trick Daddy

lives to this Got me on this survival some type of AK rider Na I started with thug A thug with a heart Took a trip with some heart Had a dude he was scarred See his maom in the park Tears dried up

Could It Be Trick Daddy

(for my thugs y'all, nigga) Trick Daddy: Very sleek, gotta sneak, Peepin', creepin', Turn it up my homeboy, Tellin' lies, to the guys, like nigga I'm goin' home boy.

Gangsta Livin' Trick Daddy

I know 'Pac woulda loved this one here [Chorus: Trick Daddy] This gangsta livin, weavin dope dealin, oh how it's changed It's gettin strange, and dangerous, but that's the way shit goes [Trick Daddy] This

Bet That (Feat. Chamillionaire And Goldrush) (Amended Ver.) Trick Daddy

[Chorus: Trick Daddy] Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks Still thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet that You can bet that I ride I shine

So High (Feat. Trey Songz And 8Ball) Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy Dollars 8 Ball Trey Songz We High Good evening ladies and gentlemen This is your captain speaking to ya I would like to welcome ya’ll aboard my flight A flight that is promised

In Da Wind (Ride Out Mix) Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin spam

In Da Wind (Semi Clean - Mike's Radio) Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin

Down wit da South (feat. Trina, Ying Yang Twinz & Deuce Komradz) Trick Daddy

[Intro] form the south to the bottom, it's the brand new trick (M.I.A., down south, yo yo college park) and if u never been down south before we bout to show yall how we ridin (get up, get up) so where

In Da Wind Trick Daddy

the way I did You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids (Ooooooohh!)

Ain't a Thug (feat. Trey Songz) Trick Daddy

[Trick] If I ain't a thug, you think I aint a thug then tell me what I am [Chorus w/ Trey Songz] cuz if I aint a thug, why do I feel this way why the steets stay on my mind since I am a thug, why do y'all

Thug For Life Trick Daddy

with the lump I can't help but want to rub on them thighs and the hump Shot her down in the zone, my love got 'cha high and it's on I want leave ya' down alone or crying on the phone Cause if ya' fed up

Hoe But Can't Help It Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it 'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic Old material bitch Gold-digging for them tender dicks A real nigga never give you shit Biotch Born and

Rags To Riches Trick Daddy

southwest, where niggas drive chevys at Come through with that bullshit, My niggas don`t gonna handle dat I f**k with no bustas, my game is straight must-a So if you f**kin with us We`ll hit you up

10-20-Life Trick Daddy

s the only way to go/ She turned a trick/got a bare buck/food to eat/ The bills are due in one week/so she?ll be back on the street/ She get a check/but that ain?

All I Need Trick Daddy

one servin' the bomb Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come Leavin' they family in danger just to play in the sun Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin' about Like droppin' drugs up

Play No Games Trick Daddy

times and you still sucking on the first titty I`m like girl you better work it better Like the full moon in June but pretty soon I`ll be hurting it Now turn around, let me calm you down We go up

Ain't No Santa (Bonus Mix) Trick Daddy

Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting Page County You know what I'm saying?

Represent Trick Daddy

The vert game sowed up Somebody tryed some mo shit bout some ole shit T Double done switched the game Got niggaz slowin down switchin lanes Chevy boys, we like it fast So I drop at the low, heavy

Sugar (Gimme Some) [feat. Cee-Lo & Ludacris] Trick Daddy

Attention [Hook: Cee-Lo] She put that sugar on my tongue Shes gonna Gimme gimme some She put it right there on my tongue (Sweet Sweet, Lover Lover) Right there on my tongue (She turns me on, like no other) [Trick

Shut Me Up Old Dominion

me up by showing up With strawberry stuff on your lips you know I like so much Just a little kiss will do the trick Give me something else to do with my lips Cause I go on and on when you're gone You're

Bout Mine Trick Daddy

garbage Got sweet dick, most of these hoes got it Ain′t no love, you see how the Feds do us Wanna eat like rust and some for tear Lucas Haul that blunt to a nigga share mucas Body on ′em so what, look up

I Luv Trick Daddy

Little girl that he tryna protect was in the crib doin' porno Fo' sho' baby, I know these hoes Step up too 'em and show these hoes I never wonder to myself would she?

Ain't No Santa Trick Daddy

Everybody doin songs talking about what they got and they jewelry and they cars I'm gonna talk about something eles we never had shit, we real (Trick Daddy) And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because

Thug Holiday Trick Daddy

is crazy ain`t it So many tears, through out the years Somebody tell me what`s going on And so many lives, but only God knows About the pain deep inside It gets so hard, you got to keep your head up

Sns / Roland (Skit) Trick Daddy

[Deuce Poppi] Now hold up, wait a minute Let me get a lil' gangsta wit it Can you pig and pop the Belve And swig your jaw rap out we live it Poppi gon' get it, seven digits Seats in the six coupe made

Suckin Fuckin You Trick Daddy

trends The newest Benz To rule his friends To fly a plane wont be no thang then Mosquino fo all my hoes >From draws to robes Valet parked around like Benz I steal the whole show They got the Trick

I Cry (feat. Ron Isley) Trick Daddy

[Trick Daddy] Our father who art in heaven Thank you Lord Lord thank you Lord [Trick Daddy speaking over chorus] That's right Y'all could stand up and rejoice now We about halfway through the road We got