Triple Cs Ft Gucci Mane,Rick Ross - Trickn Off (Prod. by Drumma Boy) | Текст песни

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• Triple Cs Ft Gucci Mane,Rick Ross
• Trickn Off (Prod. by Drumma Boy)

[Hook]
I took my bitch to Lenox Mall, I call it tricking off
Fifty 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 your niggers' on, I call that being a boss

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Diamond chain round my neck, I call it Bloody Mary
Purple 'Vette parked at the crib, I call it water jelly
Blue and white new drop-top Beamer, I call it Papa Smurf
And if you take your nigger work, call that a lot of nerve
Three thousand, five hundred dollars, call that Louie purse
A penthouse suite for me and her, call that a loss her skirt
Nigger outshine Gucci Mane, I call that boy the first
That black on black, got them on sixes, call that a rolling hearse
Me, Mariah on the screen, I call that feelings hurt
These busters' that be caking bitches, I call them Captain Kirk
Rick Ross, Gucci, Drumma Boy, I call that going in
So Icey And Maybach Music call that a easy win

[Hook]
I took my bitch to Lenox Mall, I call it tricking off
Fifty 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 your niggers' on, I call that being a boss

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Heavy in the game, champagne in my pool
Don Perignon and bitches in my jacuzzi
Time to act a fool, might be on a -
Might be Section 8 but I'm riding mighty clean
Worth twenty million but whoever would've thought, worth twenty 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 quarter on my ride, not twenty five, boy
I'm on that other side

[Hook]
I took my bitch to Lenox Mall, I call it tricking off
Fifty 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 your niggers' on, I call that being a boss

[Verse 3: Young Breed]
I took a bitch to buy a harbour, I call it tricking 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 stacks, I'm on that gutter shit
I'm good in each and every hood, I call that certified
Chevy with the Audi frame, we call that seven-five
Sitting in a Call A Cab but I came in a Rover
Thumb action on the brick, we call it flipping quarters'
Yellow diamonds in the grill, them VVS' flawless
Yeah, I do this shit for real, it's Triple C, we balling