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    Trick Daddy / Lyrics

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    "In Da Wind" Lyrics

    Trick Daddy feat. Cee Lo Green and Big Boi

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    [talking]
    Hah, haha
    That's just the sound of the Hen'..
    True Story.. Buddy Roe..
    They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh)
    Thank God for the thugs too... see!

    [Chorus: Cee-Lo]
    Drop the top and let the sunshine in
    With the wood grain, let the twanky spin
    Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Henn'
    It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind,
    with the 'dro in the wind

    [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
    Brought up eatin Spam and sandwich
    Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
    Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
    But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers
    A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)
    Always rude and always in trouble
    None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh)
    But make it so bad, pro'ly had seven more like me
    If you brought up they way I did
    You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
    (Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids

    [Chorus: Cee-Lo]
    Drop the top and let the sunshine in
    With the wood grain, let the twanky spin
    Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Henn'
    It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind,
    with the 'dro in the wind

    [Trick Daddy]
    Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)
    Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)
    And when the minute I act a fool
    Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)
    That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga
    Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga
    Where it at? Bout a buck six five
    and the nigga can't fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)
    You know legs when they show thigh(short thighs)
    Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides

    [Cee-Lo]
    Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor
    He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four
    Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
    Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line
    With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot
    The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not
    Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face
    Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place
    Recognize, this is the verbalize
    Surprise, fuckin' wit me real aint wise nigga
    Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
    Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know
    Throw yo' elbows, I'm slicker than I suppose
    Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
    You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this
    Go off and get yo' gat, to silence yo' shit check, blast!
    So pass, outlast, bout cash
    Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
    Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
    Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!
    (Oooooooooh!)

    [Chorus: Cee-Lo]

    Oooooooooh!
    Oooooooooh!

    [repeat Chorus]
    This song was last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Phalon Alexander, Andre Patton, Thomas Calloway, Maurice Young.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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