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    "Where U from [Explicit Album Version]" Lyrics

    Trick Daddy feat. Trina

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    Ta, told ya I was gone do it for ya nigga
    Take off
    Y'all know what time it is

    Liberty City nigga, 6-1, Pokabean, Carol City niggas
    Seminola niggas, Bahhas, Hialeah niggas, Matchbox, Wynwood niggas
    Richmond Heights, Perine niggas
    Homestead niggas, Florida City niggas
    Overtown niggas (OT), Coconut Grove niggas
    South Miami niggas
    Opa-Locka niggas (South Miami Heights too)
    Trick Daddy Dollars y'all, that's right

    I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby
    Dipping corners, pulling bitches in old Chevy's baby
    Dubs or better, candy's and leather
    What you want nigga

    Two do's, Fo' do's
    We call 'em donk's nigga
    Breaker breaker its Dade County on the number line
    Seventy-one's, seventy-two's, three's, foe's, and five's

    My verse is seven pounds
    My shit be getting down
    I got a seven
    Trick ducking they can't catch me now

    Trick Daddy Dollars why'all
    I'm from the motherfuckin' city of Caprice's and Impala's
    I'll holla dawg
    [unknown] the age, straight or shady

    I still beat it baby
    Married twice, five kids
    I still eat it lady
    Ain't no shit shady [unknown] 'til I see better days

    Calico's and a.k.'s seem like the only way
    [unknown] bodacious boulders for yo shoulders
    Got that fire
    You want get hi' so want you come on over

    Boy I'm a powder head
    X-man, X-cons
    I got them boys all the way from Marathon to West Palm
    Call me the butcher man

    The cookie cook it man
    I got a soft
    You want to hard
    I guess I'll burn it then

    [Repeat: x2]
    Trick Daddy Dollars Y'all
    I'm from the muthafuckin city of Caprice's and Impala's
    I'll holla dawg

    I like 'em rugged guns
    Thugged, cold blooded nigga
    Pinky ringing blinging
    And rollie platinum flooded nigga

    Don't want no buster's either
    You got to pay this diva
    And if ya money ain't long nigga Ion't see ya
    'Cause I'm the baddest bitch

    Ballin' with the baddest clique
    I make ya money disappear like a magic trick
    A classy chick but I can still get it, spit it, watch it
    I keep the club jumping jumping like my girl Beyonce

    Selen suits looking cute with the matching boots
    I'm getting loochie ass juicy getting a passion fruit
    You know my click, Deuce Poppie and my nigga Trick
    The Lost Tribe, Tre-6 and we rolling thick

    The diamond princess out the south can't nann ho fade it
    I'm a first round draft pick
    Y'all bitches getting traded
    I'm triple X rated

    Pussy stay soakin' wet
    I set a nigga up quick for his coke and jet

    [Repeat: x2]
    It's Miss Trina baby
    I'm from the city where the bitches shakin' ass, gettin cash
    Holla back ladies

    New York niggas
    DC niggas
    Detroit niggas

    Va niggas
    Ga niggas
    All around worldwide nigga

    I throw a bullet at you like a Danny Marino floater
    I'm a half a brick slanging, nutts swinging, weed roller
    Bustin' a blue 4-4 with the speed loader
    How they go toe to toe with the 44 touter

    For show do
    Room is full of pimps and thugs
    Ghetto pharmacies with prescription drugs
    Banging like Krypts and Bloods

    We wiping slugs
    Our enemies dripping blood
    Workers at the graveyard late night diggin mud
    To prepare ya for ya pillow inside the box

    When I ride the blocks I always hide my glocks
    In the dash board next to my passport
    In the double S I paid thirteen cash for
    My name is Richard Nixon but they screaming Deuce Pop

    With the one stop shop
    Heroin, weed, and rocks
    I feed the block
    And ride the strip in a tinted drop

    And I even met the niggas who invented rocks
    I got the block game from the county of Dade
    A bounty hunter won't rest till my bounty is paid
    We got 200 hundred bricks coming from the direct link

    I pray to God the boat carryin that coke don't sink, what

    [Repeat: x2]
    It's Deuce Poppie nigga
    I'm from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers
    What's up, holla nigga
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Katrina Taylor, Lasana Smith, Maurice Young.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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