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TRICK-TRICK - No Fly Zone lyrics

rate me

I’m just a phone call of wait

Come here without permission I won’t it shit you gotta stay nigga

I creatted this lows so I ain’t force ‚em

Only come aford is our portion

They don’t wanna do what we tell ‚em

So we force ‚em

With the face full of times and their forces

Get that, I was there, I hustel bitch and I force it

I treat like the cat of that street and bullshit

We call it respect you call it extorsione

Big dogs out put the little on the porch

Back you call it extorsiune

Big dogs out put the little on the porch

This ain’t my city, nigga this my fortress

And the kings be in corners and invest

We both bust guns, we blow torches

High from the type of these bithces for your informance

Cuz this is poor willing the ristel and the wallers

Leaving the kids to be often

When we rolling yeah we smoking

Fuck your mama, fuck your whore

You ain’t getting me when I woke

Money get’s hard and ...and sleep apon you

Like aaye, do it dark cuz this is no crime call it a suicide

Cuz you will give me the phone call

You couldn’t be alright

I’m a rock, city bust, playing streakly spread wing

Playing chain, we are from North

Playing faire, lay it from the

Now I’m just an og tell ‚em how will procide

The pro we with no sits

Then go pick up the profit

Probbaly get no sleep, start to cut in bottom in whole flick

No problem cuz I’ve been balling since 03

I’m in preganant, my bitch left from the right belly

Sure I’m high of life, then I get, I barely been stoned

I took the shoose of the wipe now I’m tick tone

Thorough your hood we go feet

You can call me Fatty Fling Stone like the calling

Ain’t no ANT may no you and me tricks

OCB me will prove, nigga we will prove

Beat it, we’re the ..beat it we’re the proof

Beat it, wide it cool

We on that mission bitch stay flip

For your play hit the road with the ...

When we rolling yeah we smoking

Fuck your mama, fuck your whore

You ain’t getting me when I woke

Money get’s hard and ...and sleep apon you

Like aaye, do it dark cuz this is no crime call it a suicide

Cuz you will give me the phone call

You couldn’t be alright

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