[Chorus:]
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
[Verse:]
And I ain't even have to smell it
Bitch you make me mad swear to God I'm telling
Young Shawty Lo got a dough boy fatties
I'm getting money what the f*ck is y'all yelling
SW and tree trees
So what ey, I love it got game
Yeah right, I'm the motherf*cking major
I got no wife, but the white be my girlfriend
You all rappers, you need a gun straight
I put a hit on your head that's a contray
Ey, and I just bought a maybach
Rode up won the dawn, catch a contest
Shout
[Chorus:]
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
[Verse:]
Here we go, tell a foe, different hoe
So cold in summertime I wore a winter coat
2 chainz ballin' like cynical
Jump on, I might tip your hoe
You don't seen it, all I seen it all before
I'm talking 'bout the block
Hand to hand give and go
Smoking on a long blunt of exone
This tray flay nigga you got stepped on
Big chain, throw 'em like a leprechaun
I wear shades my eyes red like decepticon
I do, I do, well lemme think about it
Oh yeah I f*cked your friend and gave her fifty thousand
[Chorus:]
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
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[Chorus:]
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
[Verse:]
And I ain't even have to smell it
Bitch you make me mad swear to God I'm telling
Young Shawty Lo got a dough boy fatties
I'm getting money what the f*ck is y'all yelling
SW and tree trees
So what ey, I love it got game
Yeah right, I'm the motherf*cking major
I got no wife, but the white be my girlfriend
You all rappers, you need a gun straight
I put a hit on your head that's a contray
Ey, and I just bought a maybach
Rode up won the dawn, catch a contest
Shout
[Chorus:]
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
[Verse:]
Here we go, tell a foe, different hoe
So cold in summertime I wore a winter coat
2 chainz ballin' like cynical
Jump on, I might tip your hoe
You don't seen it, all I seen it all before
I'm talking 'bout the block
Hand to hand give and go
Smoking on a long blunt of exone
This tray flay nigga you got stepped on
Big chain, throw 'em like a leprechaun
I wear shades my eyes red like decepticon
I do, I do, well lemme think about it
Oh yeah I f*cked your friend and gave her fifty thousand
[Chorus:]
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
[Verse:]
And I ain't even have to smell it
Bitch you make me mad swear to God I'm telling
Young Shawty Lo got a dough boy fatties
I'm getting money what the f*ck is y'all yelling
SW and tree trees
So what ey, I love it got game
Yeah right, I'm the motherf*cking major
I got no wife, but the white be my girlfriend
You all rappers, you need a gun straight
I put a hit on your head that's a contray
Ey, and I just bought a maybach
Rode up won the dawn, catch a contest
Shout
[Chorus:]
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
[Verse:]
Here we go, tell a foe, different hoe
So cold in summertime I wore a winter coat
2 chainz ballin' like cynical
Jump on, I might tip your hoe
You don't seen it, all I seen it all before
I'm talking 'bout the block
Hand to hand give and go
Smoking on a long blunt of exone
This tray flay nigga you got stepped on
Big chain, throw 'em like a leprechaun
I wear shades my eyes red like decepticon
I do, I do, well lemme think about it
Oh yeah I f*cked your friend and gave her fifty thousand
[Chorus:]
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it
Chris Angel I know tricks
I love pussy, but ain't a trick
They say it ain't tricking if you got it
Well I trick a bitch about it