Artist: Trick Daddy Lyrics
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'Dro in the Wind
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!
I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-*** *****
Collard green, neckbone-eatin-*** *****
Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin spam sandwiches
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 ************ (ah-ha)
Always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh)
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me
If you growed up the way I did
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind,
with the 'dro in the wind
Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that ***** (uh-huh)
Candy apple green, *****z lovin this **** (lovin this ****)
And wait a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm livin? ***** **** you (uh-huh)
That's right I'm a rude-*** *****
Quick to do you, cut a fool-*** *****
Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five
And a ***** can ****, plus the boy gets live (that's right)
You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides
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 **** with mine
Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line
With a sick SWAT, when ****'s hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya **** 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, ****in' with me wrong way to wise *****
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a ***** know
Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, 'cause my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young *****z don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, 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!
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