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    Trick Daddy / Lyrics

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    "Bout Mine" Lyrics

    Trick Daddy feat. Money Mark and Rick Ross

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    Trick Daddy)
    Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night

    (Hook x2)
    I'm goin' all way out bout mine
    Best in a biscuit shot bout mine
    Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine
    Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine

    (Verse 1, Money Mark)
    You f**ks with T Double D then you fucks with we
    Now you runnin' round duckin' me
    Young nigga with a AK better than Ananda Lee
    I send them killers where ya mama be
    I be Money M to the izzay, R to the kizzay
    Come through choppin' ya block I don't plizzay
    Got dolo for the low, then hit the 2 Way
    Peace to Uncle Lisle I miss him everyday, hey
    Love dough and love to hate hoes
    Love to pull nigga bout mine lil' nose
    Nigga tryna hold me back, I'm throwin' 'bows
    I'm a treal ass nigga, that's how shit goes

    (Rick Ross)
    You can never fuck with me, I'll just flow harder
    CL 6 sittin' low on those (?)
    I'm a Philly man, but I don't blow garbage
    Got sweet dick, most of these hoes got it
    Ain't no love, you see how the Feds do us
    Wanna eat like rust and some for tear Lucas
    Haul that blunt to a nigga share mucas
    Body on 'em so what, look up we had shooters
    (?) Take all tinted route
    Hand guns, razor blades comin' out of the mouth
    Borderline rapper, come see me but twin 49 rapper
    It's more to mine rapper
    Saw that rhyme after, yeah, got the right gat
    Eat with the 2 Way they scared to write back
    Lay niggas down like this? No like 'dat
    No whoever ran, make 'em come back like crack

    (Duece Poppi)
    You better worry bout you, don't worry bout me
    I pop three, out the drop-e
    I smoke brocoli, you know we got D
    Duece Poppi and T Double D
    We got them AK shells and they hot as hell
    Crackin' back to the white meat like lobster tails
    Poppin shells, quick to crack your breastbone
    Tore his head off 'cause he had his vest on
    12 gauge, shoot ten times for haters
    Niggas curlin' up like activators
    Fake ass thugs, stop with them lies
    You ain't rapped like that when Tupac was alive

    (Hook x2)

    (Verse 2, Mystic)
    I'm not gonna fuck with you nigga, 'cause I don't know you my
    nigga
    So don't you fuck with me or my dogs
    Nigga I'm for real about mine, and my dogs ready to kill bout
    mine
    I chill, smoke crip and send orders
    Off all those po-po's and armed forces, fuck 'em
    They don't wanna see me fly, I don't trust 'em
    They probably wanna see me die, that why
    Hold the fire, and keep it closed and keep an open eye
    For them haters and hoes, 'cause I don't play about mine
    Goin' deep, pray about mine
    Know baby had to spray about mine, AK about mine
    F**k that you've been warned too many times
    How you feel bout yours, nigga I'm ten times worse
    You gettin' revenge but nigga mine will get you cursed
    So please don't f**k around with me
    'Cause my dogs will bust around at he
    Whoever obsessed, me boy, don't test me boy
    Touch me, my dog'll wetcha boy

    (Trick Daddy)
    Most niggas get rich, get goats
    I went out and got guns, united my folks (my folks)
    Pour it out for the ones we lost, now bitch
    Throw it up 'fore I blow it up
    You ain't know I was a G muthafucka
    You don't really wanna see me muthafucka
    I'm a thug nigga, fo' life
    Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night
    I'm goin' all way out bout mine
    Best in a biscuit shot bout mine
    Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine
    Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine
    Runnin' in your grandmami house bout mine
    I ain't slippin', I got my nine
    Plus Duece got his, you better think twice bitch 'cause you got
    kids
    Plus, I know what you did, add that to the fact I know where you
    live
    Thug life and you know how it is
    Shit don't stop till a nigga get killed (killed, killed, killed,
    get killed)

    (Hook x2)
    This song was submitted on December 21st, 2004 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes.
    Written by Ken Leader, Tony Castillo, William Leonard Roberts, Mark Seymour, Maurice Young.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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