| Lyrics: | In Da Wind (Explicit)
(Trick Daddy)
HAA.. true stern, buddy rolls,
they say tell
the truth shaney
thank god for the thugs too....
(Trick Daddy)
See.. Ima Sneek
ol' freek ol' Gitcha' ass nigga
Colardgreen neck bone , eatin ass nigga
Always wearing my
jeans baggin , Saggin
north florida , georgia , south Kacka lacki
i rolled up these spama
sandwiches - ya
Sugar water ate mannoinase sandwiches
Shared a room with 'bout four more
brotha's
but one home phone , wasnt no mo' cova's
A little bad muthafucka
Always rude ,
and always in trouble
None of my teacha's ain't like this ,
What make me so bad pearl had
some one like me
You grew up the way I did , you gosta undastand Trick love the kids
(Cee-lo)
Ohhhhhh-Ohhhhhhhh Trick love da kids
Drop the top and let the sunshine
in,
Wit dope wood grain , let the twankys spin
get you a glass mix the coke and the
henn'
its quite all right let the 'dro in the wind
let the 'dro in the
wind.........
(Trick Daddy)
Caught me a chevrolt chevy an put dubs on that
bitch
Candy apple green , nigga's lovin' this shit ( lovin' this shit)
an' wait a minute ill
act a fool , you'll like how im livin bitch fuck you
Thats right ima ruda ass nigga ,
quick
to do you cut a fool ass nigga
Weighin at bout'a buck six-five ,
And the nigga can't fuck ,
plus the boy gets lied (thats right)
You know legs when they show thighs, (Show
thighs)
Eatem' up Beatem' up then switch sides
(Big Boi)
Hot for the gonga, i fall
to the floor
Kiall the indo with a loaded 44
isha in the choir boy for you fuck wit i
Disrespect ill diconnect yo' line
Wit a 6- |
