Trick Daddy - Tuck Ya' Ice (Feat. Baby) | Текст песни

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• Tuck Ya' Ice (Feat. Baby)

[Chorus:]

Tuck, tuck that,

tuck, tuck that,

tuck, tuck that,

tuck, tuck that,

tuck, tuck that, ice in

You aint, you aint, iced out

Tuck, tuck that ice in

I shine like a lighthouse



Tuck, tuck that ice in,

you ain't, you ain't iced

Lights on, lights off

I shine like a lighthouse



tuck, tuck that, ice in

You aint, you aint, iced out

Tuck, tuck that ice in

I shine like a lighthouse

Tuck, tuck that ice in,

you ain't, you ain't iced

Lights on, lights off

I shine like a lighthouse



[TRICK DADDY:]

My shit is platinum,

these assholes wearin' white gold

See I'm to smart for this cause,

all my shit paid for

And why should I rent a house,

when I can huy it and write it off

Make it my Florida home for the summer,

round winter time just rent it out

See I ain't none of them,

who ride around on rented rims

Change on the weekend,

and floss in him mama's Benz

See when I hit the scene,

I be so fresh so clean

White fitted, white tee,

ain't nan nigga like me

What kind of shit you on,

wearin' fuckin' rhinestones

Them cubic zirconia son,

Them ain't fuckin' diamonds,

So you gonna fuck around,

and get gangrene at the arm

Who'd rob and kill one,

over some mother-fuckin' slum

Your chain is crazy,

that shit for gazey

and it ain't real,

unless its copper or stainless steel

So whoever made it...

you shouldn't have paid it

Twenty grand for a watch

thats fuckin' gold plated!



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[BABY:]

16 out the house,

17 gold mouth,

18 on the block,

Nigga got them thangs out,

Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail

Real nigga's do real thangs,

you know we make bail

Trick hit me on the cell,

know I gotta make a sale

Found myself in Dane County,

Nigga's movin' pounds of bail

So fresh,so bright with the ice,

Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea,

Cali got my back,

I'm strapped nigga and prephase,

doin' it big, poppin' bottles, Nigga the g-way

Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right

for a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right,

M.O.B. to a bitch,

made my hood rich

Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit,

ballin'one them bitches,

shock callin' on them bitches,

Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches



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[TRICK DADDY:]

They asked the kid the difference between mine and his,

See my shit blindin'

his shit don't shine,

cause that shit ain't real

His gemstones, they fruity pebbles,

just like Flinstones,

and he had his "Roley" on,

but I ain't even notice his arm,

but his diamonds cloudy,

and he ain't shiny,

and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'"

Oh man, this nigga trippin!

See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga,

actin' cocky

Big thangs with fat pockets,

wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches

My overseas friends,

are breakin' thangs in,

Invest in a smaller hit town,

shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down

We gettin' top dollar,

cause we got that top powder

Hoes slob on our johnson,

cause johnson got that best powder

We call a grand a dollar,

we gettin' money holla

Rollin' hard with five fives,

real fucking street ballers

I did five trucks since the first quarte

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