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"Trick'n Off"
[feat. Rick Ross & Gucci Mane]

I Took My Bitch To Lennox Mall I Call It Tricking Off
50 Bricks Just Crossed The State, I Call It Getting Across
Gucci, Rick Ross On The Stage, I Call It Harley Cross
And When You Put Yo Niggas On I Call That Being A Boss

[Gucci Mane:]
Diamond Chain Around My Neck, I Call It Bloody Mary
Purple Vette Parked At The Crib, I Call It Walter Jelly
Blue And White New Drop Top Beamer I Call It Poppa Smurf
And If You Take Yo Nigga Work, Call That A Lotta Nerve
3 Thousand 5 Hundred Dollars Call That A Loui Purse
A Pent House Sweet For Me And Her, Call That A Loss Her Skirt
Nigga Out Shine Gucci Mane I Call That Boy The 1st
That Black On Black Got Em On 6's Call That A Rolling Hurse
Me Mariah On The Screen I Call That Feelings Hurt
These Busters That Be Caking Bitches I Call Em Captain Kirk
Rick Ross Gucci Drama Boy I Call That Going In
So Icey And Maybach Music Call That A Easy Win


[Rick Ross:]
Heavy In The Game Champagne In My Pool
Don Perignon And Bitches In My Jacuzz
Time To Act A Fool Might Be On A Bean
Might Be Section 8 But I'm Riding Mighty Clean
Worth 20 Million But Whoever Woulda Thought
Worth 20 Million Boy You Better Be A Boss
Walk Up In The Club She Know What I'm About
She Fucking With A Thug So She Know That Pussy Bought
Knock That Pussy Out Knock That Pussy Out
She Call Me Jake The Snake Cause I Knock That Pussy Out
Now It's Time To Slide Spend A Quater On My Ride
Not 25 Boy I'm On That Other Side


[Triple C's:]
I Took My Bitch To Buy A Harbor I Call It Trick'n Off
Bought Myself A Hundred Choppers I Call It Getting Off
Took That Bitch To Cal Mall I Call It Getting By
I Only Spent A Couple Hundred She Think She Getting Fly
Supplying All The Local Traps I Call That Running Shit
It's Piled To The Roof With Sacks I'm On That Gutta Shit
I'm Good In Each And Every Hood I Call That Certified
Chevy With The Audi Frame We Call That 7-5
Sipping On A Call A Cab But I Came In A Rover
Thumb Action On The Brick We Call It Flipping Quaters
Yellow Diamonds In The Grill Them VVS's Flawless
Yea I Do This Shit Forreal It's Triple C We Balling

[Thanks to Jr for these lyrics]

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