Tytuł: Shut Yo Face (Uncle Fucka)

• Wykonawca: Trick Daddy
• Wyświetleń: 402

[Terrance and Phillip]
  U-N-C-L-E fuck you, Uncle Fucka....Do right!
  
  Hey, hey
  ugh
  Slip-n-slide, nigga...
  
  [Chorus x2]
  Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
  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 done lost they brain
  This shit ain't fun, the bullshit ain't done
  Gonna have to get the gun now, gotta learn how to run now
  Cuz you the one now
  That they be talking bout when they hanging out
  Trying to play ya how to drain you out
  Two shots rang you out, tried to slide in the game, you out
  Think it's the game about, sheit
  Ask or repeat anybody you know used to be big back in the day
  They probably been in the grave or ?? from the heat of the cage
  Them niggas is dead
  
  [Chorus x2]
  
  [Verse 2, Trina]
  Did I approve for you to talk to me?
  Motherfuckers like you, hell, I preach it to 'em
  First hand I teach 'em no psychic, bitch, hell I reach it to 'em
  No bus no fuss dogg, no sucks in the Lex, dogg
  Don't see no checks dogg, and stop beggin when it's wet, dogg
  But you could bet dogg
  That you don't know no hoe that'll hide the work
  Two clips inside the purse, fuck me I'ma ride you first
  fuck hard till the condom bursts, but umm...
  I need my ???? Lee tight figero
  White gold with the X and O's
  You putas betta know Trina is a betta hoe
  Oh you don't know?
  
  [Verse 3, Trick Daddy]
  Y'all betta quit fucking with me, I ain't got too much to lose
  I got a lot to prove, so fuck motherfuckers and hoes
  Gotta get the dough, save it up till I pay my dues
  And break the rules, Motherfuckers that is trying to hold me down
  Think you can hold me down
  Hoes didn't know me, bet they ass know me now
  Since I'm in Dolby now
  Bitches, I play with 'em and hoes, I lay with 'em
  And women, I just kiss 'em while unzipping they denims
  And run up in 'em [what]
  These bitches they all the same
  These bitches they all for change
  These bitches got game
  
  [Chorus x2]
  
  [Verse 4, Trick Daddy]
  If it ain't 'bout bread, save that
  Broke bitches wanna know why I say that
  If the going price is right and not too high
  Goddammit, I'll pay that
  I want two or three or four of 'em
  So um, I could get my nigga to throw 'em
  See my hoes horny get my flow on
  With dough you can't go wrong
  I roll with killas, niggas that count the dough and know
  Never to trust a hoe, thug niggas
  That'll shoot yo ass, excecute yo ass
  My overtime niggas be grabbin it
  My doggs on the bow ain't having it
  Plus down south niggas got AK's
  'Cuz when you raise the day you be savages
  
  [Chorus x4]