
Trick Me CyHi (Ft. 2 Chainz)
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[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
I don't wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga talk is cheap
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets, huh
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets, aye
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
Boy you might be a cop, you can't cop shit up off of me, huh
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce]
Okay, I made 750 off a P
On the phone with Mr. Kraft so I'm busy talking cheese
I don't fuck with white, I'm eating strictly off the weed
'Cause I know them folks tryna strip me off the streets
So I, tighten up, had to switch my license, bruh
And I know the drought coming so I switch my prices up
I don't waste time so I lit my Breitling up
Why you niggas mad? Sammy Sosa, lighten up
And that skinny bitch you with, I can tell she tryna cut
If I put a baby in her, bet them hips'll widen up
You lame ass niggas can't get no 3-5 from us
Three point one four, cause you niggas pie as fuck, aye
[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
I don't wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga talk is cheap
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets, huh
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets, aye
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
Boy you might be a cop, you can't cop shit up off of me, huh
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
I don't wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga talk is cheap
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets, huh
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets, aye
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
Boy you might be a cop, you can't cop shit up off of me, huh
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce]
Okay, I made 750 off a P
On the phone with Mr. Kraft so I'm busy talking cheese
I don't fuck with white, I'm eating strictly off the weed
'Cause I know them folks tryna strip me off the streets
So I, tighten up, had to switch my license, bruh
And I know the drought coming so I switch my prices up
I don't waste time so I lit my Breitling up
Why you niggas mad? Sammy Sosa, lighten up
And that skinny bitch you with, I can tell she tryna cut
If I put a baby in her, bet them hips'll widen up
You lame ass niggas can't get no 3-5 from us
Three point one four, cause you niggas pie as fuck, aye
[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
I don't wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga talk is cheap
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets, huh
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets, aye
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
Boy you might be a cop, you can't cop shit up off of me, huh
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
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