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    Trick Daddy

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    Sns / Roland (Featuring Deuce Poppi, Tre+6)

    All aboard!!!

    We ride, we ride
    We ride, we ride
    We ride, we ride

    [Hook]
    S-N, S-S-N-S
    S-N, S-S-N-S
    S-N, S-S-N-S
    S-N, S-S-N-S
    We sendin' this to all you (All you)
    So you can do (Do it, do it) what you want to (Bop, bop, bop)
    This is the funk (That funk) it's something new (Uh-huh)
    We sendin' out this message to

    [Money Mark]
    All the pretty little young and sexy women
    And they great-great grandma's love they way we are
    Make them shake they body, bodies
    It's the number one clique who love to party
    We from the bottom, M-I-A
    Came to have a ball and y'all, it's okay
    Money Mark and the S-N-S, we don't play
    No day, no way, WHAT YOU SAY?

    [J.V.]
    I got my eye on a victory that'll take my crew down in history (Huh!)

    [C.O.]
    S-N-S so fresh so clean, and can't none of y'all fuck wit my team
    Anything less than that, it's just a dream
    We gotta be sittin' on top ya'know wha'I mean
    Y'all done slipped so we slidin' in
    We sellin' records like Goofy trapped again
    Bet yo ass this shit won't stop
    You know C.O. got shit on lock (Huh)
    Big boy takin' over the block
    Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...)

    [Deuce Poppi]
    Now hold up, wait a minute
    Let me get a lil' gangsta wit it
    Can you pig and pop the Belve
    And swig your jaw rap out we live it
    Poppi gon' get it, seven digits
    Seats in the six coupe made of lizards
    And we won't stop like puffin' it
    Whether it's crack or rap hustlin'
    'cause we drop the hits that'll funk the hardest
    Radio gon' play this regardless
    S-N-S, bust like an SKS
    Betta ask somebody who the best (Yes)

    [Hook]

    [Trick Daddy]
    Call me - Rosco, Peeko Tran
    And I come through in that seven tre thang (Uh-huh)
    Play wit us, spray the damn thang
    See down here that's an e'eryday thang
    It's guns and greens on dub dukes
    Cop deuces half price from the boosters
    See thugs wasn't big enough
    You wanted beef wit the thugs, but the club wasn't big enough
    All the G's to the V.I.P.
    Hoes follow along right after me
    It's - SNS in this bitch
    Matter fact, I be the best in this shit
    Put me on your next remix
    Now count the spins that you get (Uh-huh)
    See shit get crazy dogg
    I'm takin' this shit way back to the eighties y'all
    We're packed in jumbo jets
    Line it up, the boy bought to bring it back
    For

    [Hook x2]
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Maurice Young, Lasana Smith, Corey Evans, Mark Seymour, Eugene III Colon.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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