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Cheap Trick One On One

cheap While they trick as they dancin' in minks Hoe, you must be crazy I know, it's your job but I ain't trickin' Miss Daisy I want a quick feel, a cheap

get lost because you know you're soft I was sitting on the corner just a wasting my time When i realised i was the king of the rhyme I got on the microphone

got big bucks? You like the trick bucks? You lookin' for a quick nut and a dick suck? Nigga please, I been touchin' dem Bees And I ain't stuck on my

Pump it up a little bit Alright look [verse one] See I never really new life could be so hard I never really new pain til I got scared I never knew people

fuckin them bitches while they on their period, I'm sea sick See, Here's my brand new meat dish Intestines and bell peppers, Onions in salt, My delicatessen You cheap trick

you been coppin' a lot Latest caper, propellers on top of the drop But fuck it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? Top a top on top of the top

goin nowhere Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear The next week two O's gone Nigga don't prolong Play the studio and get my flow on And sell weight on

a cracker They use somebody much blacker What I do? I called up the Geto Boy crew 'Cause My Mind's Playing Tricks On Me too Never died, surround my

Try to look like you're immune In your eyes you can feel the heat But the feelings outa touch You're working on just a holding on You're hurtin' oh so