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Baha Bank$ - Trickin' Lyrics



Baha Bank$ - Trickin' Lyrics




Trickin'
Trickin'
I got him
I I I got him....

Trickin'
Trickin'
I got him...

I got him trickin, trickin
We hit the mall
I got him trickin trickin
Gon spend it all
I Got him trickin trickin
Know how we ball
I got him trickin trickin
Buy what i want x2

I'm Counting up 100s again
Slide through in that big body Benz
If that nigga broke
I go f*ck with his friend
They say ima hoe but he cuffing again
I can not trust him he sneaky
When you call his phone he play sleepy
When you not around he be creeping
I can't love him girl what was you thinking
I'm far to playa I keep it g
F*ck and we creep but we keep it low key
When you see him bitch you'll never see me
Don't ask who I'm F*cking
It come with a fee
Y'all try to save these niggas
See me ima play these niggas
2k all day these niggas
Shot clock so pay me nigga
He cop me Louis Chanel
While I just be giving him hell
Told him to send it through Zelle
If he want this pussy as well
She Wonder why he can't leave me alone
See when he call me he get the dial tone
But you you gon blow up his phone
Got him like damn bitch just leave me alone

Hook


What you gon do for this pussy
Make a nigga act a fool for the cookie
Ima work him like a tool have a nigga on the news
Have a nigga book a cruise for the nookie
I make him chase
Make him do the race
He wanna taste
Tryna f*ck the first date
Put it in his face
Then I make it wait
I got him feigning he grabbing my waist
Ooh yea he nasty
Say he like em classy
Got me calling him daddy
Like my name was cshley
I got him gone
His girl singing my song
Won't leave me alone
The pussy to strong
His man wanna hit but can't bag me
Bad bitch with a check so he bragging
You can't afford me if you asking
This pussy ain't cheap I be taxing
He all on my clit cause he know I'm the shit
I make him cum without touching the tip
His bitch throw a fit cause she know he can't quit
Calling my phone asking is it his kid?

Trickin
Trickin'

We hit the mall
I got him trickin trickin
Gon spend it all
I Got him trickin trickin
Know how we ball
I got him trickin trickin
Buy what i want
I got him trickin trickin
I got him trickin, trickin
We hit the mall
I got him trickin trickin
Gon spend it all
I Got him trickin trickin
Know how we ball
I got him trickin trickin
Buy what i want
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Trickin'
Trickin'
I got him
I I I got him....

Trickin'
Trickin'
I got him...

I got him trickin, trickin
We hit the mall
I got him trickin trickin
Gon spend it all
I Got him trickin trickin
Know how we ball
I got him trickin trickin
Buy what i want x2

I'm Counting up 100s again
Slide through in that big body Benz
If that nigga broke
I go f*ck with his friend
They say ima hoe but he cuffing again
I can not trust him he sneaky
When you call his phone he play sleepy
When you not around he be creeping
I can't love him girl what was you thinking
I'm far to playa I keep it g
F*ck and we creep but we keep it low key
When you see him bitch you'll never see me
Don't ask who I'm F*cking
It come with a fee
Y'all try to save these niggas
See me ima play these niggas
2k all day these niggas
Shot clock so pay me nigga
He cop me Louis Chanel
While I just be giving him hell
Told him to send it through Zelle
If he want this pussy as well
She Wonder why he can't leave me alone
See when he call me he get the dial tone
But you you gon blow up his phone
Got him like damn bitch just leave me alone

Hook


What you gon do for this pussy
Make a nigga act a fool for the cookie
Ima work him like a tool have a nigga on the news
Have a nigga book a cruise for the nookie
I make him chase
Make him do the race
He wanna taste
Tryna f*ck the first date
Put it in his face
Then I make it wait
I got him feigning he grabbing my waist
Ooh yea he nasty
Say he like em classy
Got me calling him daddy
Like my name was cshley
I got him gone
His girl singing my song
Won't leave me alone
The pussy to strong
His man wanna hit but can't bag me
Bad bitch with a check so he bragging
You can't afford me if you asking
This pussy ain't cheap I be taxing
He all on my clit cause he know I'm the shit
I make him cum without touching the tip
His bitch throw a fit cause she know he can't quit
Calling my phone asking is it his kid?

Trickin
Trickin'

We hit the mall
I got him trickin trickin
Gon spend it all
I Got him trickin trickin
Know how we ball
I got him trickin trickin
Buy what i want
I got him trickin trickin
I got him trickin, trickin
We hit the mall
I got him trickin trickin
Gon spend it all
I Got him trickin trickin
Know how we ball
I got him trickin trickin
Buy what i want
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Writer: GERREL JEROME, VIVIAN BOLDEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: Baha Bank$
Language: English
Written by: GERREL JEROME, VIVIAN BOLDEN

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